Shen Weilan's gaze was calm, devoid of any emotion, and she turned again, walking in another direction.
Lu Hechen's eyes sharpened as he saw Shen Tianming and his wife behind Weilan.
He perceived something, then looked back at Weilan's retreating figure.
In the bustling banquet hall, her white silhouette seemed so isolated.
Weilan felt she was still fairly strong, at least she didn't cry out in anger. She wasn't the kind of frail girl who cried easily, yet thinking of what her parents had done, she couldn't help but tear up.
She walked to a corner, took a glass of wine from a waiter, and took a sip.
The pungent taste of the alcohol went straight to her head, and Weilan chuckled lightly.
What's the big deal? This was just an experience in life.
Sweet and bitter, joy and sorrow, they were nothing but fleeting clouds.
Why should she indulge in such an affected sorrow for others to see?
