Zhao Tiezhu had thought that for Aunt Lanxiang's birthday, it would be just him accompanying her, but unexpectedly, the sisters had suddenly returned.
However, upon reflection, there was no issue with the sisters returning. After all, they were her own dear daughters. Coming back to spend their mother's birthday with her, what was wrong with that? Wasn't that very normal?
Soon, the three of them arrived back home.
The first thing Zhao Tiezhu did at home was to light a fire, making the room, cold as an ice cellar, warm up.
Once the room had warmed up, the three of them shed their heavy clothing and sat on the bed.
But the three of them didn't start talking right away; Zhao Tiezhu just silently watched the sisters, smiling gently.
As he watched, Zhao Tiezhu began to feel guilty.
If the decision he had made initially had been different, perhaps they wouldn't have turned out this way.
But now, it was too late to say anything, too late for it to be of any use.