Feeling the shift in Song Ling's demeanor, Jiang Yue grew increasingly anxious.
Song Ling, deeply disappointed in Jiang Yue, finally said coldly, "Jiang Yue, let's call off our wedding."
Jiang Yue was stunned. She couldn't believe that Song Ling would say such a thing. "But you promised that you'd agree to any request I made," she protested.
"I did say that," Song Ling admitted, "but the promise is void now."
After uttering these words, he got into a nearby car.
Jiang Yue came to her senses and ran after Song Ling's car, but it sped away, soon vanishing from sight.
She fell to the ground, her face swollen and marked with several handprints. Her once immaculate and elegant wedding dress was now stained with mud. Overwhelmed by the day's events, she buried her face in her hands and began to sob.
After some time, Jiang Yue lifted her head and took out her phone to make a call.
