Meng Yunhan returned to her room feeling a bit dejected. She lay on the bed and because of her large belly, turning over was somewhat difficult. She lay there quietly, unable to hold back her tears, which fell hot and heavy down her cheeks.
He had promised to come home for the New Year's festival, he had promised.
But now it was almost New Year's Day, and she hadn't seen him yet.
This left a bitter taste in her heart, and she cried silently, tears streaming down her face.
She didn't know how long it took, but she fell asleep crying in a daze.
Yun Hao came back when it was close to twelve.
"Dad, eldest brother, second brother." A deep voice surprised the three men who were warming themselves by the fire and chatting.
"Ahao, you're back, we all thought you wouldn't be back this year." Yun Hai was excited when he saw Yun Hao return through the snow.