Lin Wanwan lowered her head, and uncontrollably, tears started to fall. Yet in her mind, she remembered the tired yet graceful Princess of Xiangcheng, and she couldn't help but be selfish.
She really couldn't do it.
She liked Xiao Chong, but she liked herself more, and loved her freedom even more.
Love is precious, life is of higher value. For the sake of freedom, both can be forsaken.
Rather than let the incompatible worldviews between her and the Great Tang consume the love in their hearts, it'd be better to preserve them while they were at their most beautiful.
When she changed into her gown and returned to the flower hall, the banquet was already set.
There were songs and dances during the feast, full of liveliness, but Lin Wanwan had no interest. During the drinking games, she spaced out and kept losing, with many penalties, even drawing the attention of the Princess of Xiangcheng.
