"Okay," Zhou Shuang replied. She turned her head and wiped away her tears haphazardly.
She was feeling a baffling sense of sorrow.
She looked at the mansion before her. New year scrolls were hung on every floor.
There were red remnants of lit firecrackers at the doorstep.
A chill hit her. She leaned against the car window, her eyes uncontrollably welled up with tears.
'Zhou Shuang, even if you're not planning on returning, you'd better send First Lu and Third Lu back…'
At the end of the day, she didn't have a place in his heart. He could do without her.
"Grandmother, Great Grandfather."
The little fellows eagerly got out of the car and ran happily to Lu Yinan's mother and Old Master Lu.
Their bright voices interrupted her thoughts. She broke out of her reverie and hurriedly dried her tears with a few pieces of tissue paper.
