The night was deep, and many people had already fallen asleep, but in Chu Mucheng's home, the atmosphere was somewhat cold and heavy.
This New Year... how should one say it? It had a unique flavor.
Now, with An Xiaoyu gone and Su Linxue deceased, only three of them remained in the family.
Chu Yihong, Chu Mucheng, Chu Mushan.
Originally, they were kin, bound by blood, thicker than water. But now, they realized they truly... didn't understand each other. Even sitting together, they were silently facing each other without a word.
Since Su Linxue's death, Chu Yihong seemed to have aged overnight, becoming taciturn. The once spirited and elegant middle-aged man now appeared nothing but withered.
And Chu Mushan?
Originally, when An Xiaoyu and Su Linxue were at the house, Chu Mushan found them an eyesore, always picking fights, deliberately turning the household upside down.
