The night snow fell heavier and heavier, as if to crown this winter with a proud and majestic period.
The family got home already at ten o'clock in the evening.
Su Xiaomeng hadn't been back for a week, but when she stepped through the door, it felt as though she hadn't been home for the entire winter.
Every day she stayed at the hotel, her heart was anxious and unsettled.
The torment in her heart stretched time unconsciously.
Truly warm.
With Lily not around, the house was empty, but it was clean and tidy. The tidiness made Su Xiaomeng's heart feel a bit sour,
"Looks like you're doing quite well without me at home..."
Yin Shixiu was taken aback by her words and only replied,
"It looks fine, but it's not."
Su Xiaomeng pouted, not responding.
It wasn't that she hoped Yin Shixiu was doing poorly, she just thought that after she had endured such agony these days, if Yin Shixiu was still carefree and content, she couldn't reconcile her feelings.
