"Having a companion means you won't be lonely." Zhong Xing said.
"I've been lonely for decades." If he has to be lonely for another few decades, he wouldn't fear it; he's already used to it.
"Uncle, after my unwed aunt passed away, have you liked any other women?" Zhong Xing looked at Uncle and asked.
Uncle was eating while sighing about the difficulty of relationships: "Ah, what's the use of liking someone? People say I'm cursed to lose wives; I liked her, but she didn't dare like me back."
"Besides my aunt who passed away before marrying you, was there ever a woman you deeply loved?" Zhong Xing's eyes flickered.
"Yes."
"Who?"
"A girl from the neighboring village, but she got married and moved far away."
"Do you still love her now?"
