Ya Ling paused for a moment.
Today she was a bridesmaid, with long curly hair tied in a bundle by her ear, styled into an exquisite fishtail braid.
She unconsciously played with her hair, her red lips curling into a nonchalant smile, "What is there to escape from? I've long let it go."
"You..."
Shen Yixin, having been with Ye Lingxi for so many years, naturally understood her.
Xi Xi was just like that; when faced with things she couldn't cope with, she would subconsciously flee.
Matters of the parents' generation were already a done deal.
Falling in love with the son of the enemy who killed your father is indeed a scenario that carries immense moral and mental pressure.
But some feelings, even if Xi Xi tried to suppress them, were merely a cover-up.
"Xi Xi." Shen Yixin, always understanding, gently patted Ya Ling's shoulder, persuading, "Your parents, up in heaven, would surely wish for your happiness."
Shen Yixin stopped at that, not continuing further.
