Lu Xiaoxiao froze again when she saw that message.
Since she and Song Chaoyan weren't close enough for that yet, she forcibly suppressed the urge to send a lone question mark, then typed out a stunned question: Are you getting married?
Song Chaoyan: Soon, probably. My family has already arranged an engagement for me. He's not someone I like.
Lu Xiaoxiao fell silent for a while, then couldn't help asking: Aren't you going to object?
Song Chaoyan: There's no point. I have no say over whom I marry, but at least... I hope I can get married in a dress I like. So if you have Luna Devereaux's contact information, could you introduce me?
Lu Xiaoxiao: You really like Luna Devereaux that much?
Song Chaoyan: Yes. The theme he's always worked with is "a life of freedom." That's something I really long for.
Lu Xiaoxiao stared at the word "freedom" on the screen for several seconds. At first, it struck her as absurd and ironic, and then an ache welled up inside her, too complicated to describe.
Song Chaoyan said she longed for freedom, yet the wish she was actually taking steps to fulfill was unbelievably small.
Perhaps she was certain she couldn't change her family's decision?
A rebellion amounting to a single dress, so slight it was almost negligible.
Lu Xiaoxiao felt a little wistful, but she also understood that this wasn't a fate an outsider could interfere with.
After all, not everyone had the means to turn their oppressive surroundings upside down!
Those who bravely resisted certainly deserved praise, but there was no need to brand those who went with the flow as cowards, either.
The greatest respect she could offer was simply not to judge.
With that in mind, Lu Xiaoxiao replied earnestly to Song Chaoyan: All