Tao Meijiao's eyes brimmed with pain, "If I could, I really wish I could give up on her, but..." She glanced at his retreating figure as he entered the medicine hall, still so heart-stirringly handsome even seated in a wheelchair, "The more I try to forget him, the more I think of him."
"Without the blessings of elders, even if a marriage comes to pass, happiness is generally not ensured." Qingyue was a modern person, and without parents; although she didn't pay much heed to these customs, ancient people held marriage to the utmost adherence to the commands of their parents.
"I often think of him to the point of insomnia, uncontrollably finding various reasons just to see him."
