After 6 p.m.
Lin Muxue swiped her card to enter Lanfeng International High-end Apartment, the click of her high heels on the marble floor ringing crisply.
She casually tossed her bag onto the custom shoe cabinet at the entrance and walked barefoot toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
Outside the window was the brilliant night view of Yan City, the towers of the financial center brightly lit, neon lights flashing, and traffic flowing like a weaving thread.
She stood high above, overlooking it all.
Her mind still echoed with her father's words from the phone call.
Jujube cake, pebble bread, walnuts, honey sugar...
Those rural-sounding words tugged gently at the memory she had deliberately sealed away.
Scenes from the past surfaced along with these foods in her mind.
Mid-Autumn Reunion Festival, to say she didn't miss her childhood home at all would be a lie.
Yet she truly felt wronged and couldn't get past that barrier.
