As the year drew to a close, the snow did little to dampen the festive atmosphere. Lanterns lining the streets glowed red, and the square was bustling with activity. Families and children built snowmen, their joy and laughter filling the air.
Tong Rao gazed out the car window at the retreating scenery. Despite the car's heater, the chill of winter seemed to seep into her very soul, amplifying her sense of desolation.
She had envisioned a life of perfection—an illustrious career, a virtuous and obedient husband, and children who were both filial and intelligent. Yet, she had not anticipated their betrayal.
In the end, despite all her efforts, she found herself isolated and lonely at the pinnacle of her achievements.
At the Gu family's old residence, Old Master Gu's recent fall had been perilous. Though he was advanced in age and his health was deteriorating, he was still clinging to life, day by day.
