He replied carelessly, but Irish wanted to know more about his past.
Thinking about it, she started using the other way.
"You and Jordan look like your father. After looking at the pictures, I can tell that a lot of women will fall madly in love with your father," She commented.
Joseph replied softly, "My father only loves my mother."
"That's good."
Joseph did not answer, only bowed his head and continued to walk.
Irish suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little dull, mainly because he did not speak. She felt that he probably thought of his parents and was depressed; therefore, she did not dare to further the conversation.
After a while, she whispered, "I think it's strange."
"Why?"
Irish clung to him, "Do you remember me telling you about the little boy in my dream?"
He nodded.
"Sometimes I think you are like him," Irish blurted out.
