A man like him is impossible to be bound by a woman or trapped in marriage. He is just like a spring breeze; it's pleasant when it brushes against you, but once it blows past, it won't turn back.
A man like the wind!
Not suited for marriage.
Valentine Teller shook her head, even less suited for her.
She thought again of the man lying exhausted in bed.
It's imaginable how anxious he was last night, searching for her everywhere, staying awake all night, worrying about her.
Such a man is suited for her.
It's not just these things that moved her.
He's gentle and considerate, thinks from her perspective, and most importantly, respects her. This is her ideal partner.
Maybe he hasn't had breakfast yet. There's still eight-treasure porridge in the fridge; cooking a pot and serving it with some pickles makes for a good breakfast.
