Hung up the phone, the cellphone was hot, took a look, over half an hour of international call.
Yan Xixi smiled bitterly in the dark.
How nice, Xu Xiaoya still has a mom, what about me?
Oh, if only my mom were still alive, how great that would be?
In the blink of an eye, New Year's Eve arrived.
Yan Xixi mustered the courage to voluntarily give Ms. Liu an extra week off.
Fortunately, it wasn't a Western holiday, the atmosphere wasn't that strong, everyone was going about their business. But on the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Yan Xixi couldn't sit still.
No class, she sat foolishly at home alone.
Fridge full of food, dumplings, glutinous rice balls, and all kinds of fried meat. Ms. Liu had prepared very thoroughly. However, she had no appetite.
