On the LCD TV screen, a recent interview with Lu Yingxue and some event reports were being broadcast.
The volume was very low.
Yet in this cold and quiet atmosphere, it seemed even more jarring.
"Mingzhu, Mom has cooked dumplings for you. I made them myself, since the babysitter went home for the New Year. Let's just have something simple, you try and see if they're good."
Lu Yutong placed a bowl full of dumplings on the coffee table and smiled at Xiang Mingzhu as she spoke.
"Dr. Xia said your condition is gradually stabilizing. After the New Year, we'll go abroad. We'll leave these things in the Imperial Capital behind and start anew in a place where no one knows you."
Xiang Mingzhu's hand dropped to her side, clenched tightly into a fist.
She suddenly erupted, sweeping the steaming bowl of dumplings to the floor.
The dumpling soup splashed onto her, yet she didn't feel it at all.
"Start anew?"
