Helen Melendy looked at her with a heartache as she watched the smile on her face, reached out, and ruffled her hair, "You did succeed, though. At eighteen, you got your MBA from Princeton, and even a master's from medical school, but most importantly, you met me."
Elly Campbell was amused by what she said next, but then she thought of something, and her smile faded slightly, a touch of wistfulness on her face, "Indeed, eighteen is such a beautiful age."
At eighteen, she returned home in high spirits, waiting to get engaged to him, only to be greeted with his engagement withdrawal.
Seeing Elly Campbell suddenly fall silent, the sadness on her face was not intense, yet it was heart-wrenching to behold.
