Afterwards, she was restrained by Charles's people, unable to answer the phone.
She knew, it had to be, it had to be that her little uncle also came.
Fetching the dress, she had no intention of trying it on, took it away packed, holding it in her arms, feeling so helpless.
Helpless with this society's survival of the fittest, helpless that such a powerful man like Charles was monopolizing her little uncle.
Her head leaned against the car window, tears blurred her view outside the window, holding the dress box, her left hand touching the bare ring finger on her right hand.
As if her heart was empty.
"You'll see him tomorrow, don't be sad."
Qi Helian felt heartache for Ji Anning's gloomy demeanor, reached out around her back, embraced one of her shoulders, pulling her into his arms, holding her tenderly.
Ji Anning did not break free; she found that at this moment, having a shoulder to lean on was so nice.
