"Father, you know how she is." Jin Zixuan stepped closer, his voice gentle but firm. "She makes her own choices, and there's little anyone can say otherwise. We've only just mended our relationship with her, let's be happy for her. We can figure out the way forward when they return."
Jin Chengyu nodded slowly, the fight draining out of him. "Yeah..." His voice came out barely above a whisper.
"What do we do about the venue? The flowers, the catering, everything's already been booked and paid for." Jin Boyuan looked between them, practical concerns surfacing even amid the disappointment.
The group made their way into the VIP ward in silence, settling onto the couches with an air of collective deflation.
"Should we dispose of everything and cancel all the other activities?" Jin Zixuan broke the quiet, his voice cautious. They'd already invited their small circle of friends here abroad, people who would be expecting a celebration.
