This recognition traced a line of heartache across Su Wanxia's heart.
Choice?
He didn't know that she had no choice at all.
Her fate had been firmly grasped in his mother's hands for six years now.
She wanted to break free, but she couldn't overcome the obsession to be close to him, and ultimately, she placed herself at the edge of a cliff.
She stared steadily at that tall and solitary figure, curbing the impulse to rush forward and embrace him, then silently turned around and left without a sound.
By mid-October, the first snow of the winter finally arrived.
The indigo sky scattered goose feather-like snowflakes that danced about, pure white and sparkling, delicate and transparent.
Like petals of white lotus floating in the vast sky with the wind.
Su Wanxia stood by the window, her gaze hazy as she blankly stared at the light snowflakes falling from the sky.
