Before the Spring Festival Gala ended, the five members of Wen Yiming's family each returned to their rooms to rest. On the coffee table in the living room, the dozen or so dishes, full of color, aroma, and flavor, were almost untouched.
Only the two bottles of red wine brought out for the occasion were completely finished.
After sending Old Madam Wen back to her room, Wen Yiming pulled Zhao Yali into their bedroom to talk for a while. When Zhao Yali came out of the bedroom, her eyes were red.
Taking a few deep breaths, Zhao Yali pulled herself together, went upstairs, and headed to Wen Ya's room.
The main light in the room was turned off; only the light blue bedside lamp emitted a dim light, casting a ghostly, gloomy aura over Wen Ya, who was sitting by the bed.
With a long sigh in her heart, Zhao Yali slowly approached and sat down beside Wen Ya.
"Xiao Ya..."
