As soon as Aunt Hu left, Qiao Qianning was truly the only person left in the large house. She gave a bitter smile to the vast empty hall where even her own words echoed back at her. As a daughter from a poor family, she had never celebrated Christmas. For her, Christmas was just another opportunity to pick up some odd jobs and earn a bit more money.
Qianning stood in front of the Christmas tree, sighing softly. It seemed that tonight, only the tree was willing to keep her company.
The sound of a car approached, stirring Qianning's curiosity. In the evening, when many festive activities were about to start, who would be coming back at this time?
