Two days later, Bai Qingyue arrived at the Tang Mansion to visit the family's two elders. She came bearing a net bag filled with fruit, two exquisitely packaged boxes of cookies and candy, and several tins of canned goods.
She had come prepared and was not flustered. When her father had first returned to Beijing and been admitted to the central hospital, Mr. Tang had visited him along with a group of others. Her visit today was simply a courtesy call in return.
It had been many years since she last visited the Tang family. As Bai Qingyue watched the ornate iron gate swing slowly open, it felt as if a lifetime had passed. A faint excitement stirred within her, like a gentle breeze rippling the surface of a calm lake, impossible to suppress.
