In the evening, Roan came to see me while I was cooking at home.


    Perhaps my younger brother had told him something. He came to the kitchen with ease, and his nearly 6-foot-5 frame blocked the door tightly.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    “Did you go on a blind date today?” he asked, his brows slightly furrowed, wearing an expression of inquiry.


    I ignored him, focused on cutting vegetables.


    He let out a coldugh, a bit annoyed. “What’s the matter, getting too old, and no one’s interested in you?”


    “How many blind dates are there this month? Are you in such a hurry to get married?”


    “I suggest you stop going on blind dates altogether. Even if you go, it’s just a waste of their time.”


    I remained silent, turning around with tears streaming down my face.


    He panicked. “Is it that upsetting? Don’t… Don’t cry. If it’s that serious, I can just marry you.”


    Me: “This onion is too spicy…”


    Roan: …