"Are you adding back luck on this happy day?"
Shui Koshing looked up when he heard Mu Chenyan's voice and frowned, "Who is adding back luck?"
"You are, Shing Ge," said Mu Chenyan. "Why are you shedding tears? Are you marrying off your daughter? No! That's me! Do you see me crying? No! It's your son who is getting married. Do you have to cry about that?"
"First of all, it's an engagement," reminded Shui Koshing. "Secondly, I'm not crying because of that."
"Then why are you shedding tears here sitting alone in this corner?"
Shui Koshing took a deep breath, "I am missing my wife. Am I not allowed to do so? Is it so wrong to miss my wife on this day? And since I miss her, of course, a few tears will come out. Do you think it's embarrassing that an old man like me is crying? Well, guess what? I don't feel embarrassed at all!"
