"Cheer up, go back and change clothes later, and don't start a conflict with mom and dad over this, okay?"
Seeing that she remained still, Walter Schmidt knew she had listened, so he patted her shoulder and smiled as a gesture.
"Brother..." Fiona Schmidt pursed her lips, suddenly leaning her head on the man's shoulder, her eyes red, "Do you think I'm being unreasonable?"
"How could I?" The man smoothed her long hair, looking down at her sweat-drenched forehead, then took the towel on her shoulder to wipe it for her.
His gentle actions made Fiona feel uncomfortable again; with a hoarse voice, she spoke her mind:
"Brother, yesterday I said I chose boyfriends based on you as a standard, but that's not entirely true. It's just when I see the relationship between you and sister-in-law, I also want to find my other half, hoping my marriage won't be arranged..."
