"Second Brother------ do you know how hard it is to not speak of love? ----- Second Brother----"
"Second Brother------- I'm getting married----- ha-ha------ I'm getting married, yet I still can't speak of my love-----"
"Second Brother------ you don't love me------ you love someone else------"
Daisy Grant was truly drunk, leaning on Dawn Sutherland and speaking intermittently, sinking into a trance in the comforting embrace.
Dawn caught her as she leaned to one side, draped the jacket he brought over her shoulders, and held Daisy Grant without daring to move.
Daisy slept lightly; even when she was drunk, he didn't dare to move carelessly, afraid of disturbing her sleep.
Recalling her murmurs just now, Dawn's lips curved into a deep bitterness, and his fingertips around her trembled slightly.
"Daisy, love that cannot be spoken is not just yours, it's mine too."
