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On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the snow fell heavily. He said he wanted to break off the engagement. It took me a long while to suppress the bitterness in my heart. With slightly reddened eyes, my gaze met his deep, ocean-like eyes. ["Could you not grant me even a shred of dignity on this day of my coming-of-age?"]. ["A-Yan, you know I've always regarded you as a sister. Let's make things clear today, so we won't have future misunderstandings that might delay your prospects."]. In that moment, I knew these years of chasing after him had come to an end. The snow fell increasingly heavier. I tucked my already frost-reddened hands deeper into my sleeves. ["Since that's the case, Third Young Master, please return the betrothal documents. From now on, there need be no further ties between us."]