Hong Mei's steps paused as she turned around, her hoarse voice carrying a faint trace of sadness: "It's all taken care of, don't worry."
"You sound a bit upset?" Cang Lang, with keen insight, noticed the change in her.
"No. I only hate her. She's dead, I'm free." After saying this, Hong Mei hid her face again with a thick scarf and left.
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The closer it got to the Spring Festival, the stronger the festive atmosphere became.
Last year was dreadful, An Hao still remembers the taste of the tears.
This year it's better, their family can reunite.
Qin Jian bought the return train ticket, expecting to arrive in Nancheng City by the afternoon.
After being apart for three months, he is finally coming back.
The whole family was very excited, getting up early. Zhang Yun took Ning Yibin to the market to buy ingredients. After lunch, they were at home slaughtering chickens and fish, starting to prepare a sumptuous dinner.
