Chapter 155-lost

Cecilia's POV 

On the bus heading home. I rested my head against the window, fatigue and indifference in my gaze as I looked at the scenery outside. It was nearly 10 PM, and every street the bus traversed was brightly lit. 

Young men and women rushed through the streets, bustling to reach the next gathering. Everywhere was lively. Everywhere was celebrating the New Year.

My mother chattered beside me, "I went home yesterday and tidied up our place inside out. Those pots of flowers you used to keep on the balcony, they're all gone now." 

I nodded gently, not saying anything. When the bus reached a busier intersection, and we waited at the red light, my gaze briefly focused on a bustling hotpot restaurant by the roadside.

My mother continued with trivial matters. I pointed outside the window, interrupting her, "Mom, is that the restaurant Dad wants to acquire?"