"I'm really not as fragile as you think. Besides, I don't really like the New Year. You should spend the holiday with your families; there's no need to rush back."
Jane Sterling appeared calm and composed on the surface, as if she truly didn't mind.
But inwardly, she let out a quiet sigh. 'In the past, the New Year at home was always so lively. Mom and Dad would clean the entire house from top to bottom, then put up paper-cut decorations on the windows.'
'They'd start preparing for the festivities early in the morning and then take me out with them to visit relatives and wish them a happy New Year.'
'Every year, the holiday was filled with so much joy for me.'
But humans are complex creatures. When she found out she wasn't their biological daughter, she couldn't understand it.
She couldn't understand how they could just give up on the more than ten years they had spent raising her.
It was as if they had become completely different people.
