Ji Anning held her breath, adjusted for a moment, and then lifted her head, returning Charles's smile with tear-filled eyes.
She reached out to hold his arm, and step by step, they walked onto the red carpet.
This path should have been one where a daughter walked arm-in-arm with her father.
Just now, Charles had asked her if she wanted to turn back.
She wanted to nod, she regretted it, she regretted it, but here, she felt so insignificant.
Her high heels trod upon the red carpet, the wedding march played over and over, and as they were about to reach the stage, Ji Anning broke down in tears.
She had thought that if she couldn't be with him, then it didn't matter who she was with.
She had thought that, at most, it would be like the last time she left; no matter how deep the longing, she would endure it and it would pass.
She had thought...
She had thought...
But she couldn't do it, she suddenly realized that her heart wasn't as strong, she wasn't as great.
