"Tianian, if you've really let go, we'll fulfill your sister Ningyue and Zhuo Yue. You don't have any thoughts about that, do you?"
Chi Zaozao asked tentatively.
She was afraid of unintentionally hurting her daughter's heart.
This was Ye Que's cherished treasure, if she got hurt even a little, Ye Que would feel tenfold the pain.
And Chi Zaozao herself wouldn't feel well either.
Ye Lantian held back tears, forcing a smile, and gave a bitter smile to Chi Zaozao, "Mom, you do whatever you planned to do. I do like Zhuo Yue, but I don't love him."
"He and Sister Ningyue are a great match! I'm quite looking forward to their wedding."
As she said the last sentence, she felt a piercing pain in her chest, like being pricked by a needle.
That heart-wrenching feeling was something she was experiencing for the first time; for the first time, she found it difficult to suppress the deep pain within her, hard to control herself from feeling heartbroken.
