On New Year's Eve, the Wan Family welcomed a special guest.
At such an important time, Old Zhang's visit, even if not a great honor, was at least a reason he would not normally visit the Three Treasures Hall without a purpose.
Liu Daqing politely said, "I have a bit of Da Hong Pao tea this year, please try some."
Old Zhang took a sip: "Indeed, it's the taste of Da Hong Pao. By the way, elder sister, I forgot your preference for this. After the New Year, I'll get you a pound of the best quality."
"Thank you very much."
The two chatted casually, and Old Zhang mentioned offhand, "It's almost New Year's Eve, why haven't we seen Donglin?"
Liu Daqing gave a bitter smile, "Sigh, isn't that true. Donglin, this kid, he's good in every way except he can't fathom the word 'feelings.' Ever since Yan Xixi's death, he's never been able to get over it. Now, he's gone to Boston again, saying he plans to bring back all the things Yan Xixi left there."
