Seeing him, I said with displeasure, "Go out."

"Mrs. Fischer, you are too rude and unfriendly." He sat down not far from me without any expression.

"Are you here to celebrate? You are probably glad that your enemy is dead."

My face sank. "What about you? Are you here to remember? Didn't she almost become your fiancée?"

"Oh," he smiled disdainfully. "She died. What does she have to do with me? If she wants to marry me, does she deserve it?"

"If she's with you, I think you're good together." I held my arms and looked at him with a mocking face.

He gave me an oblique note, "I think...