Three weeks passed in the blink of an eye.
And tonight, it was finally here—Lu Jinchen's engagement banquet.
Xia Yuqing stood in front of her mirror, staring blankly at her reflection. The woman looking back at her seemed calm, elegant even. She was wearing a sleek, black gown that hugged her figure perfectly.
Her long hair fell loose over her shoulders, soft waves framing her pale face. A touch of makeup brought out her features, and she held a small silver clutch in one hand.
From the outside, she looked composed. But inside, she was breaking apart.
Her chest felt heavy, like someone had filled it with stones. Every breath hurt. Every thought screamed the same thing—she didn't want to go.
She didn't want to see him.
She didn't want to see Lu Jinchen smiling beside another woman. She didn't want to see him put a ring on someone else's finger. She didn't want to see him belong to anyone but her.
But what choice did she have?
Long Mingze wasn't giving her one.
