She went to the wedding. It was a joyous occasion, filled with love and laughter. She reconnected with old friends and made new ones. She realized that she had come a long way. She was no longer the scared, lonely orphan she once was. She was a survivor, a warrior, a beacon of hope.
As she stood there, surrounded by happiness, she felt a sense of closure. She had finally found peace.
But destiny had one last surprise in store for her.
During the wedding reception, she met a man named Kang Min-jae. He was a kind, compassionate man who worked as a social worker. They struck up a conversation, and Ji-ah found herself drawn to his warmth and sincerity.
As they talked, Min-jae revealed that he had been adopted as a child. He had never known his birth parents, but he had always felt a void in his life.
Ji-ah listened intently, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a strange connection to this man, a sense of familiarity she couldn't explain.
As the evening drew to a close, Min-jae reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver bell.
Ji-ah gasped. It was identical to the bell her grandmother had given her.