It seems like the Lunar New Year lasts long, but actually, as soon as twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve passes, the year is over.
Felix Scott is getting older, and after eating a few dumplings, he went to sleep. Charles Anderson watched the New Year's Gala alone and then watched the replay again.
Their joyful appearances on TV couldn't affect him at all.
It was as if Charles Anderson was standing on an ice block floating on the ocean, while they were celebrating wildly on the other side of the ocean.
Late at night, he turned off the TV, went upstairs, and opened Rosie's room door.
As soon as the door to the young girl's room was opened, there was still a warm fragrance, a citrus scent, her smell.
The furnishings in the room were the same as last time. It seemed like someone cleaned it every day, as there was no dust on any of the items.
Sitting on the bed Rosie had used since she was a child, the feeling of loneliness magnified instantly.
