Jiang Tan never thought the day would come when Zhou Yinghuai would plead with her, time and time again, to reconsider. But Jiang Tan was no longer a child, susceptible to fairy tales.
"Many things, once missed, are gone forever. There's no need to dwell on them." Jiang Tan said quietly, pushing away the distance between her and Zhou Yinghuai.
Her tone remained calm, "I really like my name. The 'Tan' in Jiang Tan. I don't want to be a flower, Zhou Yinghuai, that you keep in a greenhouse."
Zhou Yinghuai did not utter a word to Jiang Tan before leaving.
Jiang Tan knew that the thin line of pride had been alerted.
Zhou Yinghuai had done all he could, and if she did not accept it, she was the one who rejected his good intentions.
But one lives for oneself. She couldn't compromise just because Zhou Yinghuai rarely took no for an answer, could she?
Jiang Tan finished the meal Zhou Yinghuai had brought, and then closed her eyes, and slept peaceably.
