Outside the window in the deep of night, the cold wind was still howling, and snowflakes still fell across the sky, plunging into the icy darkness to form a piece of ostentatious whiteness, a blank expanse of silent death.
It was already the early hours of the morning, yet the lights inside the house were still on. Fang Yi sat before the window in a daze. He felt no sleepiness; he was dwelling on certain memories while trying to forget others.
Old Liu's carriage had been sold, which temporarily relieved the pressure currently facing the medical clinic. Had it not been out of sheer desperation, Fang Yi could never have brought himself to sell the carriage load of New Year gifts sent by Mr. Mu Ye. But as Guó Yuán put it, every departure has a return, every loss has a gain; a blessing in disguise can never be truly foreseen.
Chapter 446