"My grandson, after all these years, has never been in love. He doesn't know the difference between fondness and pity. I can say, in his whole life, the only person he could ever like is you, Tilly."
Tilly Flower opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
"I know you won't believe me. But grandfather thinks, at the very least, you should give him one more small chance. You don't have to do anything, just wait for him to come to you. He's thirty-one now and finally took such a liking to a girl like you. I'm afraid he might never find anyone else again."
Tilly Flower bowed her head and couldn't help but mutter, "How could he not find anyone else..."
Old Phoenix laughed a little: "It took him thirty-one years to fall for someone, given how slow he is to catch on, it might take another thirty-one years. By that time, he'll be old and faded, even if he likes some young lady, she might not fancy him back."
In his words, his grandson always seemed quite foolish.
