Yukon Carbon's every word was forceful, sounding particularly loud in the dark night: "Unless you never saw her as someone you wanted to spend your life with."
"So what?" Sylvan Cheney's voice was indifferent.
"If you had another chance, she stood before you, would you choose to confess everything to her, or continue to push her away, pointing at her and saying you don't have deep feelings for her, that it was just a momentary infatuation?"
"Yukon Carbon, I don't want to answer any of your questions. Leave." Sylvan Cheney frowned, his tone bland.
"Sylvan Cheney, this is the last time I'm visiting you. Once I leave, whether you live or die has nothing to do with me. You're still the same, unrepentant. I've said everything I need to say. As for Jasmine, I don't know where she's gone, nor whether she's doing well with Little Clementine. I just feel that a widow and a child, no matter where they go, will always be bullied, and that's the last thing I want to see."
