"That's pretty much saying nothing."
Julia Adams's mouth twitched, feeling a bit discontented. "But even if it's based on feeling, there should be a type you prefer."
Does he like slim, refined ladies? Domineering women? Youthful cuties? Or some other type? These things usually follow a pattern, but that Nia Mitchell simply refuses to tell us. That's just intolerable!
"The matters of the heart are unpredictable. In the face of affection, type doesn't really matter." True love is indeed a strange and magical thing, Nia mused.
