Sometimes, Qian Rouxuan would think: perhaps her uncle's illness was triggered by Luo Yang. Otherwise, how come no one else in the family had cancer, yet the one who seemed the healthiest ended up with this disease?
She reminisced about the past and hadn't even stepped onto the stairs when she heard the clattering sounds of mahjong tiles. Pulling aside the door curtain, her eyes fell on a table of people playing mahjong. The room was filled with smoke so thick it was suffocating. Qian Rouxuan instinctively covered her mouth and nose with her hand. The people around the table stared at her curiously.
Her aunt had been sitting at the counter with her arms crossed, watching TV. When she saw someone come in, she looked up and blinked in disbelief upon realizing it was her: "Is that... Xuanxuan?"
Qian Rouxuan stepped forward with a smile, speaking warmly: "Auntie, it's me!"
