The autumn wind whipped withered leaves against the mottled windows of the Shi family home, a few yellowing sycamore leaves sliding slowly down the glass.
Mu Qianqian curled up on the faded sofa, her nails digging deep into her palms, her eyes fixed on the doorway with unconcealed impatience.
Hearing the sound of a key turning in the lock, she bolted upright. But when she saw her parents stumbling in, their footsteps unsteady, the disgust in her eyes threatened to spill over.
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