New Year's Eve, Li Zheng's home was as silent as usual.
Those who needed to perform surgery did so; those who needed to go on business trips did so; those who needed to study did so.
From an outsider's perspective, the condition of this family might seem somewhat bleak.
If anyone thought this way, it could only be said that they didn't understand this family.
This family of three didn't need to celebrate New Year's Eve.
In their eyes, even the existence of the "year" itself was considered superfluous.
In the river of time, so-called New Year's Eve had no special significance—it was no different from the moments before it or the moments after it.
It was only because people had arbitrarily decided to turn the page of the Gregorian calendar at this moment that they placed their hopes for continuing past endeavors and new beginnings on it.
However, this family didn't need such a holiday to place their hopes on.
Every day, they reflected on themselves.