"Do I even have a choice...?" Wen Xiao'ai muttered to herself, resignedly, her heart filled with sorrow and despair.
Feng Liyan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, even words of comfort seemed inappropriate.
If the person she didn't want to marry wasn't Ye Qi, he would do everything in his power to help her resist this marriage, but since it was Ye Qi, he couldn't do that.
Ye Qi's fingers twitched slightly, his half-clenched hand weakly opened.
He looked down at Wen Xiao'ai lying softly in his arms, her face pale and lifeless. His lips moved slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he refrained.
His brow was full of hesitation and struggle, as if enduring a great torment in his heart.
Indeed, to him, this was far more cruel than torture.
"Xiao'ai..."
After struggling for a long time, he finally steeled his heart, but just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Feng Liyan.
"Ye Qi."
