She took a deep breath, forcing a slightly relieved smile. Though her voice remained a bit hoarse from crying, it carried a tone of newfound firmness.
"Exactly. Why must we insist on dwelling on those unhappy things?"
She turned her head slightly, her gaze sweeping across the furnishings of the room. The warm, yellow lamplight bathed the sumptuous New Year's Eve feast spread out on the table. The steaming dishes emitted an alluring aroma; there was a braised carp, an omen of good fortune, with shreds of scallion, ginger, and garlic meticulously arranged on top. Under the heat of the oil, they released a rich, complex fragrance. There was also a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, their deep, glossy sauce coating every piece. Taking a bite, the sweet and tangy flavor instantly spread through the palate, satisfying and delightful.
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