Although it was already dark outside, the big red lanterns illuminated the courtyard and the area beyond the gate with a bright luminescence.
Qian Sangui, listening to the lively noises outside and watching the red glow of the lanterns cast upon the window paper, couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions. In the past New Year's Eves, the more boisterous the village was, the more his own home seemed silent and gloomy, with the long night stretching out. The people in his family felt even sadder and found it harder to get through. But this year, now that his family had money and was prosperous... if only his son were still alive, how wonderful it would be!
Lady Wu perhaps thought the same as she wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her garment.
Qian Yixiu still wanted to join Qian Yeejin and the others in their frolic, but knowing that her mother went to bed early and would not be able to sleep without her company, she played for a while then returned to her own small room.
