Lai Zhiyuan left, and Yan Luoxi lowered her eyes to look at the note in her hand, when suddenly the image of her father carrying her on his back to see the lantern festival and buying her candied hawthorns when she was little flashed before her eyes.
A wave of heat surged through her eyes, and she clutched the note as she walked briskly to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the hospital.
Upon arriving at the inpatient department, she stood at the door of the ward but couldn't muster the courage to knock. Ever since she was driven out of the house at fifteen, she had actually sneaked back every New Year.
Seeing the happy and harmonious appearance of her father, Lai Manni, and their mother and daughter made her feel like she truly was superfluous.
So many years had passed, and she still remembered the heavy snowfall, hiding outside the complex and watching them enter the house, laughing and talking. Her heart wasn't without resentment.
