Have We Met Before?
In fact, this question had been bothering Cynthia all along. Often, people are like this— the more elusive the answer, the more persistent the pursuit. Whether it was Grandpa or Uncle Henry, every time the engagement was mentioned, they always seemed evasive. This only fueled Cynthia's curiosity even more.
At Henry's words, the furrow between his eyebrows twitched slightly. He picked up the water glass on the table, and with a nonchalant attitude, he replied, "This engagement was arranged by your mother. I don't know the specifics. Moreover, as your grandfather mentioned last time, he was worried about you being at a disadvantage..."
"Okay, okay." Cynthia interrupted him, "If you don't want to say, I won't ask."
She was not a three-year-old child who would believe such unconvincing excuses.
Henry looked at her, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something. However, in the end, he said nothing, raised his head, and drank the water in the cup in one gulp.