At the Wen family, this year's Spring Festival was the loneliest one.
In the past, when Wen Hongrui and his wife were still alive, every New Year was bustling with activity. Wen Ran, Wen Jin, and their father would just play and eat while not having a care in the world.
When she stepped into the house, the figure of her parents was nowhere to be seen. She was only greeted by her elder brother Wen Jin. For a moment, Wen Ran felt a sourness in her nose, her eyes welled up with tears, and she stood in the entrance, forgetting to move further.
"Ranran, let's go in!"
Behind her, Mo Xiuchen seemed to perceive her mood. An unease took hold of him, and he freed a hand to rest on her slender shoulders. Wen Jin glanced at them, an emotion flickering in his eyes. He extended a hand to take the gifts from Mo Xiuchen.
"Brother, I want to visit mom and dad."
Walking into the living room, Wen Ran said to Wen Jin, who had just put down the gifts.
