Wan Chu'er slowly shook her head at him, her eyes filled with resolution and pain.
"Uncle Jiang, we can't proceed with the wedding tomorrow, I'm sorry."
Jiang Kechu felt a blockage in his chest, as he said frantically: "Okay, if you don't like that wedding, then we'll cancel it. Actually, I don't like it either, it's quite bothersome. Let's just go get our marriage certificate."
He suddenly regretted not getting the certificate earlier. Mrs. Jiang had said to get the certificate tomorrow morning before the wedding ceremony; the timing was just right, and it would also be a good memory for later. At that time, why didn't he think more about it?
Wan Chu'er turned her face away and said stubbornly: "It's not about the wedding. I can't marry you, at least not now. I can't get past my own barrier."
