She buried her face in Wen Ruo's arms, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably, the fear and anxiety she had just felt finally erupting.
Luo Yuning looked at the heartwarming yet slightly bittersweet scene not far away and sighed softly in her heart.
All the past conflicts and estrangements seemed to become insignificant at this moment; the arguments, misunderstandings, and cold wars all seemed so small in the face of family affection.
She took a deep breath, calmed her complex emotions, and finally mustered her courage to softly call out, "Mother..."
Though her voice was soft, it carried endless complex emotions: guilt, longing, and even more so, an expectation for reconciliation in the future.
That cry of "Mother" was like a warm light, illuminating their once-dark relationship and heralding a brand new beginning.
Luo Qi'an slowly stepped into the familiar and warm courtyard. His steps were heavy, each one like stepping on the strings of time, making a dull sound.
A gentle breeze stirred the hair at his temples, and he raised his hand to tuck it behind his ear.
Without realizing it, his gaze swept ahead, and the scene before him made him freeze in place, his feet seemingly nailed to the spot, unable to move an inch.
Under the old tree in the courtyard, Luo Yuning and "Wen Ruo" embraced tightly.
That old tree has witnessed countless seasons for this family; its winding branches seem to be telling stories of the past.
At this moment, under this tree, the shadows of Luo Yuning and "Wen Ruo" stretched very long in the afterglow.
Wen Ruo's body trembled violently, her hands gripping Luo Yuning's clothes tightly.
His fingertips turned white from the force, as if he was afraid she would suddenly disappear and leave him forever.
Her head was buried deep in Luo Yuning's neck, and she kept murmuring "I'm sorry" in a sobbing voice, one after another.
The echoes reverberated in the tranquil courtyard like sharp blades, slicing into everyone's hearts, filling them with guilt and regret.
Luo Yuning then wrapped her arms tightly around Wen Ruo, as if she wanted to pour out all the longing and grievances she had accumulated over the years in this embrace.
Her face was pressed tightly against Wen Ruo's shoulder, and she remained silent.
Her eyes were slightly closed, and although there were no tear stains on her face, her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
In her eyes and brows, there was a long-lost sense of dependence, like a ship that had been adrift for a long time and weathered many storms.
Finally, I've found a warm harbor, a place where I can safely dock.
Luo Qi'an stood there, stunned, his eyes filled with surprise and confusion.
These days, he has witnessed his daughter's pain and struggle after being hurt.
She was convinced that the scar would leave an indelible resentment in her heart, and forgiving "Wen Ruo" was almost impossible.
He had imagined countless times what it would be like for the two of them to reconcile, but he never expected it to be so sudden and without warning.
Ning'er not only forgave Wen Ruo easily, but also relied on her so unreservedly, which he found hard to process.
He frowned, subconsciously raised his hand, gently rubbed his temples, and fell into deep thought.
Memories flooded back, and those heartwarming scenes of Ning'er and "Wen Ruo" together came to mind one by one.
From the moment Ning'er first babbled out "Mother" in a garbled voice, to the moment she took her first unsteady steps and stumbled into Wenruo's arms.
From the time she fell ill, Wenruo took meticulous care of her day and night, to the time she learned to read and write, Wenruo patiently taught and accompanied her.
Over those long years, the bond between mother and daughter took root and grew strong in the little things of daily life.
If it weren't for Wen Ruo's heartbreaking actions back then, how could Ning'er have resisted her?
Now it seems that Ning'er has let go of her resentment and chosen to forgive.
Thinking of this, Luo Qi'an's gaze unconsciously fell on the paper he was tightly clutching in his hand, which Qin Qianluo had hurriedly handed to him before boarding the ceremonial guard.
The paper wrinkled slightly under his tense grip; he had already memorized its contents.
But at this moment, these words seemed to have turned into an unsolvable problem, causing his heart to waver between two sides of the scale.
On one hand, there are family members who are connected to you by blood and have gone through thick and thin together.
Those familial bonds were the driving force that kept him going through countless difficult times, and an inseparable warmth in his life.
He looked at his wife and daughter embracing each other, his heart filled with longing. The ordinary days they spent together now seemed incredibly precious.
On the other hand, it was Wen Ruo's actions over the years that made it impossible for him to forgive her immediately.
These two choices clashed fiercely in his heart, each one heavy, leaving him momentarily at a loss as to which path to take.
His eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment. He stood there for a long time, unable to make a decision.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and he couldn't help but shiver, but the inner struggle was far more agonizing than the cold weather.
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