Wen Nuan noticed Lu Jingxing's gaze immediately but didn't look up to meet it.
Lu Jingxing's eyes lingered on her for a few seconds before shifting to Wen's mother. He stepped forward and said, "Uncle, Auntie, congratulations on your wedding."
Not wanting to incur a debt of gratitude, Lu Jingxing had carefully prepared a gift, which he handed over.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, it was time to take a group photo.
Once the photos were done, Wen Nuan stood on the outskirts of the crowd, watching her mother and Uncle Zhang's radiant smiles. A faint curve unconsciously formed on her lips.
The emotional scars left by her original family, she had painstakingly mended through her journey.
There were times, burdened by the heavy weight of family responsibilities, when resentment welled in her heart.
But in the end, she let it go.
Letting go wasn't just about forgiving others; it was about forgiving herself too.