"If... she... my sister... is willing to come back to you..." Yuan Yifan clutched Chu Nantian's arm tightly, as if holding on to the last hope, she appeared somewhat frail and choked with emotion, "I... I also agree to cancel the wedding."
Chu Nantian stiffened slightly, guilt visibly etched on his face, he held on to her arms in response, "Fanfan..." he stammered, "I..."
Yuan Yifian: "Nantian, I want you to be happy."
Chu Nantian: "…"
Yuan Yifian: "If my sister agrees to come back to you, I will let you two be."
Chu Nantian: "Fanfan, are you sure?"
Yuan Yifan: "Your well-being is my clear sky. But..."
Chu Nantian: "…"
Yuan Yifan: "But let's hold off on announcing the cancellation of the wedding, alright? I'm afraid my sister might not forgive us, might not want to return to you."
Perhaps, Chu Nantian really was a man of indecision as claimed by Yuan Yifan, his guilt-ridden gaze revealed a hint of hesitation.
