"Congli."
Zhou Congli had just stepped out of the car when he spotted Li Ruoyao standing a short distance away.
She was wearing a long, black V-neck dress. Her face was devoid of makeup, and her tear-filled eyes looked at him with heartbreak. Taking two steps forward, she asked, "Why, Congli? Did I do something wrong?"
She reached out to grab Zhou Congli's arm, but he subconsciously avoided her touch. "Canceling the engagement is for the best, for both of us."
Li Ruoyao's heart sank, yet she was thoroughly unwilling to accept this. Tears spilled from her eyes, and her face went deathly pale. Clutching his sleeve desperately, she cried, "I don't agree to this! What did I do wrong for you to treat me like this?
"We got engaged at eighteen and have been together ever since. We're getting married in just over a week. Why cancel it now?
"Tell me, what did I do wrong?
