"Anna, what are you doing?"
Suddenly, an aged voice came through. It was her father--Mo Yan Guo, whose heart was burning with anxiety when he saw his daughter standing on the windowsill.
Alas, since her return from Zhonghai, the young girl had turned into a lifeless zombie, spending all day locked in her room, devoid of her once-playful and joyous laughter, and engulfed in silence. She was no longer the spirited and enchanting girl from the north, almost like a completely different person.
On the windowsill.
Mo Anna turned back to look at her father, who had aged significantly, and with a heart as dead as ashes, she said, "Father, I don't want to marry Xie Anfeng. I don't want to live this kind of life. It's better to die, to end it all."
"Sigh!"
