She shot up to her feet and was about to leave when she felt his bony hands grab onto her wrist. She swiveled around to face him, mortified.
The people surrounding her gasped in shock and she fumed. Her hand was tugged downwards and she couldn't come to look at him.
He was down on one knee, his finger curled around her wrist, his grip so tight that it hurt.
She flinched but couldn't pull her hand away. She saw her father in the distance, looking on with disinterest while his wife looked delighted.
All contrived. That was why Yun Sui Bo had left numerous messages to Li Min so that she would attend.
If this was the Victorian Era, she would consider herself compromised. She didn't know what to do. She could lash out and make this man face the ridicule in these social circles, or she could silently listen to him and let the rumors go on.
There was only one way. She didn't like the setting but she had to.
