Today is New Year's Eve, and my daughter and I carefully prepared a sumptuous meal all afternoon.
However, my wife never came home.
It wasn't until ten o'clock that my daughter saw the updates posted by her wife on WeChat Moments.
"Dad, look, this cake looks delicious. Did mom prepare it for me?"
I looked at the screen.
A strawberry cake with the number 12 on it.
The caption is "This is the twelfth New Year's Eve we spent together. I wish you peace and joy every day."
Looking at my happy daughter, I held her tightly in my arms with trembling hands: "Mumu, can daddy take you away?"
