Chapter 57

Yan Zhao now stood inside what was once his home.

Snow fell on his eyelashes and quickly melted, dampening his eyes.

The light rain mixed with snow had made everything dirty. In the kitchen, there was spoiled rice on the stove that had been there for who knows how long. The living room was piled high with instant noodles, egg cakes, and whole boxes of Chun Du sausages. Most of the cookies had been opened, with a few pieces eaten and the rest left on the floor.

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