"I want you; you are mine."
"Don't say you are just a prospective niece-in-law. Even if you were my own niece, what difference would it make…"
She hugged her knees and cried out loud.
What should she do? What could she do?
Hearing her crying, the old man paused for a long time before he continued, "You are my own granddaughter. How could I not feel pain for you, pain for him? But your love for each other is wrong."
Is it wrong? Where is it wrong?
Anning stood up, opened the door, tears streaming down her face as she angrily asked the elderly man, "Who ever told us that we were blood relatives? Who ever cared about what we truly wanted?"
The emotions she couldn't control had been suppressed for a long time in her heart against her grandfather's family, and she vented them all at once, "You only know to give him the most expensive things, thinking that's the best. But have you ever considered what he truly wants?"
