Time passed, summer vacation was over, a new semester began, and Jian Dan, after more than half a year, sent Bo Qin a message, "Uncle Qin, will you come home for dinner today?"
This was the last weekend of the first semester of their second year in high school. Finals were next week, followed by the winter break. Usually, in such circumstances, Bo Qin would have dinner with Jian Dan. No matter the reason, he had never missed it.
Soon, Bo Qin replied, "No, I'm really busy tonight, I have to go on a business trip. Tell me what you want to eat, just inform Aunt Li and Aunt Lin, they will prepare the food you like. If you're bored, you can also invite classmates over to the house."
Jian Dan's eyes reddened as soon as she saw the message. She buried her head, crying softly, a covert sorrow that most people wouldn't even notice.
The driver took it lightly and didn't pay attention.
