With New Year's only a few days away, many things had begun to slow down their pace.
The dairy factory had no news for the time being, and both Mr. Zhen and Mrs. Zhen were remarkably quiet. Zhen Yan and Zhen Yu, the siblings, were both staying home every day quietly studying and practicing their calligraphy.
After Han Mingyue had printed out and mailed off the manuscript of his first novel, he too made it a daily routine to visit the Zhen Family, sometimes practicing calligraphy with Zhen Yu, and at other times playing the guitar by himself.
This tranquil life continued until the morning of New Year's Eve.
Early in the morning, someone knocked on the door of the Zhen Family home.
Zhen Yan and Zhen Yu had just returned from their run and finished washing up, each changing into comfortable home clothes, ready to have breakfast. Hearing the knocking, Zhen Yan had no choice but to put down his bun and get up to open the door.
