Every day in this world, lives fade away, and new lives arrive in their place. No one cares when some insignificant life that has nothing to do with them disappears.
Another year-end has come, and the children on vacation are all beaming as they look forward to the New Year. Sure enough, in the depth of winter they all crowd into the reading room in the west wing, calculating with great hope how much New Year's money they can get.
Oh, no, now it should be called pocket money.
In the East Wing, the six‑month‑old twins listened to the voices of the older boys and girls outside the window discussing, and went "waa waa," flailing their arms toward the outside.
Just as Zhou Jiao had expected, these two kids, apart from not being able to talk, could already read people's faces. Seeing that the adults had no intention of going out, they immediately launched into a dry howl without tears.
