Beijing to Pingjiang, the drive itself is not short. After a lunch at the rest stop, Tang Wan leaned against the car and fell asleep, not waking up until reaching the Pingjiang toll station, her eyes still bleary.
Even under the warm winter sun, the twilight over Pingjiang City, though lacking its usual misty rainfall, was still clear and warmly inviting. A light snow had fallen before the New Year and had not yet fully melted away.
This was a plain, without the splendid scene of snow-clad mountains found in the north, yet the sporadic remnants of snow were a sight of their own kind.
When they arrived at the Tang Family's old house, they could see Shen Family's elder and Nanny Huang standing at the door from quite a distance.
"Grandpa," Tang Wan was the first to push the door open and get out of the car.
"You're back..." Shen Elder held her hand, "You've worked hard these past days. How come you seem thinner? Don't you get used to eating out?"
