Wen Moshen was dressed formally in a white suit. It was in stark contrast to Lin Chen's solemn black suit. He looked gentlemanly—refined and dashing, as he smiled politely at guests.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a slender figure walking into the ballroom. Wen Moshen tilted his head, and his profound gaze fell on Lin Nuan.
Their eyes met, and his deep dark eyes seem to be hesitating and holding back intense emotions that couldn't be revealed.
Across the many tables, Lin Nuan gave Wen Moshen a slight nod. It was a solemn gesture on her part as he symbolized her past and how much love she had dedicated to him during her youth.
Wen Moshen was history, and she had since obtained closure for her unrequited love. She would bury her emotions deep within her heart, as a reminder to herself of how courageous she had once been to love somebody so passionately.
