"You're getting old and forgetful, and you blame us normal young folks for it?" Peter Gingery thought Alexander Forest might be the most shameless person he had ever met.
"I'm old?" Alexander Forest suddenly turned to look at Nina Rice, "Peter Gingery says I'm old, do you see me that way too?"
Before Nina could speak, Alexander Forest slapped his thigh, "No wonder you always say you don't like me. Are you avoiding giving me a chance because I'm older than you by several years? Nina, you can't be like this!"
"What's wrong with me?" Nina was shocked by Alexander's righteous accusation, "Tell me, what's wrong with me?"
"Are you actually belittling me for being old? Don't you know that men my age are in their prime? A thirty-year-old man blooms like a flower. Don't you love flowers?" Alexander Forest sat on Nina's sickbed, "Take a good look at whether this delicate flower has blossomed particularly beautifully."
