If that’s the case, I would rather let go. I don’t want to be the cause of his pain.
After charging, I went to my bedroom upstairs to gather my things.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Clyde hugging Betty, taking wedding photos in the wedding room I carefully prepared.
The wedding dress Betty wore was designed and made by my mother, who is a fashion designer.
The set of jewelry she wore was a green jadeite passed down from my grandmother's ancestors. My grandmother gave it to me when I got engaged, intending it to be a treasured piece for a lifetime.
It was my grandmother’s love for me. I rushed to Betty.
"Why are you touching my things without my consent?"
Betty looked like a frightened little white rabbit, shrinking in Clyde’s arms, her eyes filled with tears that dripped down onto Clyde’s suit.
This suit was a high-end piece I had made in my mother’s studio, carefully crafted stitch by stitch as I followed my mother’s guidance.
Clyde hugged Betty tightly, wiping her tears with his sleeve, and looked at me with reproachful eyes.
"Angela, it’s just a wedding dress. Why are you acting like this? Betty just wants to take a wedding photo with me before we leave."