The air in the room felt heavy, the weight of their impending decision settling upon them like a suffocating shroud.
Pan An's brow furrowed as he considered the various options they had mulled over for what seemed like an eternity. "I just don't see a way out of this, Wang Fang. No matter what we do, it seems like we've reached a dead end."
Wang Fang's gaze remained fixed on the table, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns etched into the wood. "I know, Pan An. It feels like we're trapped in a maze with no clear path to freedom."
A somber silence descended upon them, the echo of their shared dilemma reverberating in the air.
Wang Fang's mind drifted back to her childhood, memories of her family's staunch adherence to tradition and the weight of their expectations. She had always known that her parents held certain aspirations for her, meticulously planning every step of her life to align with their vision.
