Ivy Miller looked at Henry Sullivan and immediately felt this uncle was truly pitiful.
She pouted sympathetically at him, "Uncle, you are so pitiful.
Everyone else gets to marry the bride, and the person isn’t me.
It turns out that such coincidental love really exists in real life.
I express my deepest condolences for your past love."
Henry Sullivan was initially feeling quite heavy-hearted because of reminiscing the past.
But now, with her words, his mood suddenly turned a bit indescribable, condolences?
Is it that he’s really getting old, or is it that her way of speaking is just too unique?
As he looked at her, she stepped forward and raised her hand high to pat his shoulder.
"Uncle, don’t be sad about the past, in love, the old leaves so the new can come."
Henry Sullivan tapped her forehead speechlessly: "Can you not talk so sarcastically?"
"Where am I being sarcastic," she pouted at him, "this is just how I speak, okay?
This is called humor, it’s only that this uncle doesn’t understand humor.
"So, Uncle, are you here because of that sister?"
Henry Sullivan stayed silent for a moment and then nodded: "During the period she first got married, I felt a lot of resentment every day in the army.
If I didn’t do something, some of that anger would be hard to restrain.
Because of that, I voluntarily requested a transfer here.
Even though it’s more challenging here, for me, it’s the perfect place to forget the past."
Ivy Miller crossed her arms: "Considering how pitiful you are, Uncle, I won’t get mad at you for now.
But I still won’t tell you where I put the photo of your ex-girlfriend.
I did it for your own good.
If you truly want to move on, you can’t do it by looking at her photo every day."
"You sound like you know a lot."
Ivy Miller shrugged: "Who hasn’t had a breakup?"
"You’ve had a breakup too?"
Ivy Miller turned and huddled to sit by a rock, pounding her leg.
"Yeah, you can tell just by looking at me, I was probably very popular in college."
Ivy Miller stared: "Uncle, will you die if you don’t say something annoying."
"No," Henry Sullivan’s expression lightened up a bit, "but I’m just speaking the truth."
Ivy Miller gritted her teeth: "People lining up to pursue me in college almost formed a line, okay.
It’s just that... my eyes weren’t good, mistook a mule for a horse, ended up splitting up."
"You got dumped, didn’t you?"
Ivy Miller glared at him: "Of course not, I dumped the person after finding out he was cheating.
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Does looking good make you special? I’m not that bad either, okay.
Won’t cater to such shameless scoundrels."
Talking about her ex-boyfriend made Ivy Miller still a bit angry, Henry Sullivan’s expression turned slightly mischievous: "Seeing you so angry, do you still have feelings for your ex-boyfriend?"
"Feelings my ass, where would the feelings come from, that bastard better not let me see him again, otherwise I’ll beat him every time I see him," she said standing up and heading down the mountain.
Henry Sullivan stared at her: "Where are you going, we haven’t reached the top of the mountain yet."
"You finished telling your story, why should I still accompany you up the mountain, I’m not stupid."
Henry Sullivan shook his head speechlessly, can this woman be this shameless?
Hadn’t he finished telling yet? Forget it, if she won’t listen then don’t tell.