Right now, the atmosphere inside Zhang Kangkai's home felt somewhat eerie. Zhang Kangkai was wolfing down the meal he had so meticulously prepared, yet tears continuously streamed from his eyes.
Drop by drop, they fell into the rice, but his hands never stopped moving.
Despite how much care he had put into cooking today's lavish meal, every bite tasted of nothing save the bitter saltiness of his tears. He had waited far too long for this day—a full eighteen years.
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