Time passes day by day in the agonizing wait.
Waiting for that uncertain day.
Zhou Jiao finally sees Zhou Xiaozheng leisurely making tea in the living room.
She smiles, and tears come with the smile.
Zhou Xiaozheng walks up to her, wipes her tears with a handkerchief, and pats her head: "It's okay, it's all over now."
With tear-streaked cheeks, Zhou Jiao looks up at him, "Dad, when are they coming back?"
"The kids are now resting. Once the news of victory is announced to the world tomorrow, they'll be back soon. Xiao Wu will be a few days late; he has to finish handing over his work."
Zhou Jiao snatches the handkerchief from him and wipes her eyes fiercely, "This time when the kids come back, don't stop me, I'm going to give them a good beating."
Zhou Xiaozheng laughs out loud at this: "Okay! Who told those brats to make my Jiao Jiao sad."
