Merry's Determination and Chris' Worries
Chris shook his head slightly, sighed, and slowly bowed directly towards the table, squatting on one leg in front of Merry.
At this time, the little girl was sitting in front of the swivel chair, letting Chris pull the armrest and bring her closer.
The atmosphere in the booth was filled with oppressive silence.
After a long time, Chris took her little hand and rubbed it on his palm, his voice hoarse. "Merry, do you really understand all this? We're quite different in age, are you really sure about this choice of yours?"
Chris was happy with Merry's decision to spend her life with him. But because of his responsibility as the older person, there were a few things he needed to clarify.