There are only three flights to Los Angeles, USA today, and every flight is fully booked. The earliest flight available wouldn't be until tomorrow morning.
Although Dong Xin Yan was unwilling and wanted to chase after immediately, she was helpless and had no choice but to book the earliest flight for tomorrow.
Returning home from the airport, all her strength disappeared. She collapsed onto the sofa, and for a long time, she gazed at herself in the wedding dress, with a deep sadness tightly entangling her heart.
Six years of affection turned out to be nothing but a scam. All the past happiness and laughter transformed into hideous ugliness. How could she not be sad?
Even now, she still couldn't recover from the words Cheng Ziyang had said.
Tears unknowingly filled her eyes again. Dong Xin Yan tilted her chin up, took a deep breath to force back her tears, but they still rolled down uncontrollably.
