"An'an—you, you—" Li An'an's mother raised her hand to point at her daughter, her arm trembling. As furious as she was, she also felt she had let down Xiao Jinping, and found herself grief-stricken, unable to utter a single word.
Li An'an, with a furrowed brow, stepped forward pleadingly, "Mom, apart from this matter, I will follow your wishes in everything else. I won't be with Chun Tianle because you don't like him! But I can't force myself to marry Jinping, I just can't—Mom, I've never disobeyed you from childhood until now. This time… I'm begging you, please don't force me, okay?"
Xiao Jinping, noticing Li An'an's mother's worsening complexion, worried that her intense emotions might lead to a health crisis. He kept signaling to her to stop.
