Even things about Janelle could be seen everywhere in our relationship.
In Lawson's eyes, the first love of youth was the purest.
A girl introduced to him by a friend like me would inevitably have some motive for him.
"I don't want it! I am not short of money. From now on, we will be just strangers. If you and Janelle appear in front of me again, I will show no mercy to you."
I pushed him away, slammed the door, and left.
I would stay in the studio for the time being.
To complete that wedding dress, I worked so late at night and had no time to care about anything else. The studio could be called my second home.
The draft paper was plastered all over the wall, and all kinds of clothes were piled up everywhere.
I closed my eyes, and my mind was filled with the scene of my mother on the hospital bed. She was teaching me how to embroider in a trembling voice.
At that time, we were full of hope.
Now, there was nothing left.
My love, my career, and my family were all in a mess.
My tears finally fell down my face.
Suddenly, my phone rang.
It was a message from Janelle.
It was a screenshot of her conversation with Lawson.