I am now in a high-end conference hall, listening to my mother reading my marriage details one by one with a cold face, just like she was negotiating a contract in the company, without any emotion. My father is sitting and exuding a kind of majesty. He is still wearing a military uniform, with an expression as if he is in a meeting in the army to listen to reports. I turned my head and glanced at Song Yang, my fiancé. He didn't look at me. How could he look at me? I have even ruined everything for him, love, life, and future.