Wen Jiao, however, lowered her gaze, and said lightly, "He's fine and doesn't fall short for me, it's just that fate is lacking."
The word 'fate' seemed as pale as paper, which people use to comprehend loss, a gut-wrenching pain, yet could still talk themselves into acceptance.
Bai Wending, who had just spoken, looked somewhat embarrassed, let out a forced laugh, and said, "Yeah... fate is lacking."
Wen Jiao smiled serenely as the sea breeze brushed against her face, soft and quiet.
She put down her knife and fork, and smiled, "Why is everyone looking at me? Help yourselves to the food, don't be shy."
Only then did everyone pick up their utensils again, minds elsewhere, such that afterwards, hardly anyone spoke again.
Wen Jiao didn't care; her sole purpose for coming here today was to show everyone that her relationship with Shen Zhaoli was stable, and the alliance through marriage between the Wen Family and the Shen Family was solid as gold.
