"How fortunate it is to be a willful woman, I deeply understand it, it's just a pity... Some women can be like that for a lifetime, while I can only be like that for a while..."
If she could, she really would want to be her parent's princess for a lifetime, living under such a protective shell, shining brightly for a lifetime, not having to endure the misery and suffering that came later.
But, she can't, as life is not a choice she can make.
Isabel Smith, thinking of this, couldn't help but raise her head, slowly lifting her hand to wipe the tears from her face, then looked at the dark space with tearful eyes, crying soundlessly.
Percy Stanton stood at the doorstep, listening to every word she had just said, clearly understanding.
He couldn't quite put into words the feeling in his heart, he just heard Isabel Smith's crying, echoing around him.
Over and over again, filled with helplessness and unwillingness to accept her fate.