Looking at herself in the mirror, draped in a red bridal gown, Fen Fang's tears couldn't be stopped as they streamed down, drop by drop, staining the wedding dress. She was in despair; she still couldn't understand why Wan Yang would seek new love when their wedding was imminent. Was it her fate that was flawed? Were they destined to meet, yet not destined to be together?
She walked over to the door mechanically, locked it tightly, and then crawled into a corner. Sliding down against the wall to the floor, she bent her legs and rested her head on them, feeling that the little strength she had left wouldn't allow her to lift her head anymore.
And like that, she sat quietly, hugging her knees and crying...
