Watching Rory support Vincent as she left with her other two mates, Polly cautiously turned toward Lian, who stood beside her.
"Brother... are you okay?"
Her heart ached for him.
He had remained single for so many years. After finally meeting a female he genuinely liked, he had been rejected so cleanly and decisively.
He had to be hurting.
As Rory's figure disappeared into the distance, Lian turned to her with a puzzled expression.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Polly stared at him.
Had the rejection shocked him so badly that he had gone numb?
"Rory rejected you," she said softly. "You must be really sad, right?"
By the end, she lowered her head guiltily.
"I'm sorry, Brother. Even though Rory is my friend... I can't help you."
As much as she felt sorry for him, Rory was her friend.
She could never go to Rory and say, Please, for my sake, accept my brother.
That would only put Rory in an uncomfortable position.
"What does that have to do with you?"
