During the New Year's, everyone from the Meng Family returned, but she didn't want to go there. Their gazes made her uncomfortable and reminded her of the foolish things she had done when she was young. Most importantly, she despised the Meng Family. If it hadn't been for their interference, Xingzhi would have never married that short-lived woman. And she wouldn't have gone to the countryside as an act of rage to become an educated youth. It was all their doing—they had forcefully torn apart a perfectly matched pair.
"Yes, the old master is in poor health, we must go back this year. And Meng Ping is still there, I have to go."
"Then me…"
"Do you want to come with me?" Meng Xingzhi asked with hope. Su Yun never went during the New Year's in all these years; it was also awkward for him to explain to his family, who had their fair share of complaints about it. If she were willing to lower her guard this year and appease his family, he was willing to reconcile with her.
