Su Qinglan stood frozen, her heart racing as if it wanted to escape her chest. She looked at the beautiful woman in the shimmering white dress, but instead of joy, a wave of suffocating resistance washed over her.
It was as if her body had built a wall that she couldn't climb over. She wanted to move, to reach out, to smile, but her muscles were locked tight.
The woman saw the hesitation in Su Qinglan's eyes.
Her hopeful expression faltered, turning into one of deep heartbreak.
But she wasn't ready to give up. After twenty years of longing, she began to walk forward again, slowly and steadily.
As the woman approached, Su Qinglan felt a sudden, frantic urge to take a step backward. She wanted to run away, to hide, to disappear into the forest.
Tears began to blur her vision, and a scream built up in her throat, though she didn't know why.
She felt like her mind was being pulled in two different directions.
