Ai Zhiyi tried to widen his eyes, staring out the window. For some reason, his vision was slowly blurring, and unexpectedly his tears fell like memories that carried his past. It hurt and missed, then became one and couldn't be separated. He hastily lowered his head and wiped his tears.
Even though it was many years ago, Ai Zhiyi never forgot the warmth of his family back then as they celebrated the New Year.
He wasn't a filial son, but he had been praised with such a word.
If there was a chance for him, he just wanted to enjoy the meal at the dining table with his family and establish familiarity as they gather to share many things about life. He just wanted to feel the warmth of the family even if only once.
However, the biggest questions: will anyone welcome him? Does anyone still want to accept him in his own family? Sounded dubious, making all hope was dashed.
