"We're all the same," Sang Qiao said with a faint smile. She too had struggled with the decision of marrying Si Chenli for a long time, despite the answer being very simple.
For some matters, the spectators see things clearly, but the players are lost.
"Yeah, Qiaoqiao, we all need to be happy," Meng Jiahe's eyes brimmed with tears; her vision blurred, she felt she finally endured until she grew up into the woman she dreamed of becoming.
She vaguely remembered holding hands as children going out to play, only capable of staring at the Barbie dolls in the display window, wondering if Qiaoqiao had let go of those desires.
But she never had; the first thing she did when she grew up and got a room of her own was to fill her bedside with the Barbie dolls she loved.
"Yes, we will."
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On the day of the wedding, apart from Old Mr. Sang, the rest of the Sang Family were bound and thrown into a room, blindfolded.
