"Why do you love Margaret?"
"Because, it's love." She leaned on the railing slantingly, the margarita glass in her hand shaking slightly, the clear light blue liquid carrying vague, like blurred memories.
"Tsk, yours?" A deep mockery.
"Maybe." She took a sip of wine and looked at the lights outside the manor...
He fell into silence: Margaret, the saddest love...