True love, worthiness, all those heavy words of affection seemed supremely ironic to Yang Yuran at this moment.
She pondered for a few seconds, then replied softly, "I'm sorry, Ningyue. I have plans from this week through the next, so I can't attend your wedding. I wish you happiness every day."
After sending her sincere wishes, she hung up the phone and sent the plane ticket information she had booked the night before to Hen Ningyue.
While making the hurtful decision, she constantly self-soothed, assuring herself she had done nothing wrong and that her response was based on the actual situation.
However, when she received Hen Ningyue's utterly disappointed reply, her heart was torn even more.
Hen Ningyue: Okay, I got it. Sigh, I thought at least you would sincerely support all my decisions. Sorry, I was being emotional. At least I am happy to receive your blessings.
