Yuntian's mother, Po Xiaoyan, smiled and said, "Your family is already full of children and grandchildren. It seems like when we go back this time, we should urge the two of them to hurry up and get their wedding done."
Next to her, Tianxing heard this sentence and felt as if her mind had been struck by a thunderbolt, a deafening crash reverberating in her head.
She knew they had already broken up, knew there would no longer be anything between them, yet she hadn't expected to hear news of Yuntian's impending marriage so soon.
Furthermore, this news was spoken directly by Yuntian's parents, making its authenticity indisputable.
Panicking, she reached for her glass of water, but accidentally knocked it over onto the table instead.
The juice spilled out from the glass, spreading rapidly across the tabletop, dripping downward in a series of splashes onto her clothes—yet she seemed entirely oblivious.
"Tianxing." An Ziqi called out worriedly.
