Feng Suyin squared her shoulders, drawing a deep breath that filled her lungs with the musty scent of old books and polished wood. She refused to lower her gaze or show weakness before her mother. Instead, she stood tall and met her mother's intimidating eyes.
"Mother," she began, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her, "I can't go through with this wedding yet."
Each word felt like a stone thrown into still water, rippling across the silence that enveloped them. She could feel her mother's scrutinizing gaze set on her. Feng Suyin knew that she was yet to receive another harsh scolding from her mother.
When she asked Ji Hanjun to delay their wedding, Feng Suyin knew he would agree, but not her mother. Li Xinlian had been busy with the wedding plans along with Ji Hanjun's mother. She and Ji Hanjun only need to approve their choices.
