Looking at those eyes filled with doubt, disbelief, or anger, Wen Nuan's heart felt no more ripples.
In the past eighteen years, Wen Nuan never hoped for anything extravagant; she thought she would be like ordinary girls, going to school, working, then falling in love, marrying.
Apart from the absence of parental love, her life was no different from others.
But everything before her made Wen Nuan realize that she was completely different from them.
Those girls from regular families had parents to accompany them, elders who loved them, and friendly relations with their siblings.
Even if their lives were ordinary, they had those precious memories and the innocence of childhood, which she couldn't obtain no matter how hard she tried.
And she? No relatives, not a single one.
She was born without a father; all of Wen Nuan's memories of Father Wen Yizhi were captured in those photos.
