The deepest and most oppressive secret (1)

  As Lucy Yang had expected, she would not have a happy New Year's Day. As soon as she returned home and opened the door, a glass cup came flying towards her. Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough to dodge it by moving her body to the side, and the glass cup flew out of the door and shattered loudly on the floor.

  It's been a long time since I went home, and I didn't expect my parents' relationship to have developed to this point today. Didn't they already lay the groundwork? The fight at the entrance of the community earlier wasn't a hint?

  Lusiyang took a deep breath, still finding it hard to accept. The two people in the room seemed not to have noticed her, her mother with her hands on her hips, hair disheveled, face menacing, voice furious and trembling: "Lu Zhiguan, can't you just not be so shameless? At your age, you're still running around like a ghost!"

  Lucy Yang shifted her gaze to the back of her father's body, only to see that his overcoat was rumpled and one shoulder wrapped in a black sweater was exposed. Lucy couldn't see her father's expression, she didn't know if the man in front of her also had a fierce look on his face, or if his eyes were also filled with bloodshot, all she knew was that it wasn't safe to stay here for long.

  She didn't want to stay either.

  So before his father could retort back at his mother, Lucas quickly covered up the family door and stepped on a floor of broken glass to go downstairs.

  Even if I've gotten used to my parents' quarrels since I was young, every time I witness it with my own eyes, I still feel very sad. Perhaps it's because every time everything returns to calmness afterwards, I secretly hope that such things won't happen again. But every time, I end up being disappointed and the vicious cycle repeats itself.

  Lusi Yang walked down the stairs with her backpack, and as soon as she stepped out of the building, she could see the entrance of the residential area. Taxis whizzed by, and the sound of cars driving was faintly audible. Suddenly, she thought of something, and Lusi Yang took a few steps forward with her backpack, as if it were predestined. It was only those few steps that allowed her to clearly see Duan Chenliang standing beside the entrance of the residential area.

  Is it that as soon as he's on holiday, he'll come here? He must really like his grandmother. Lucy thought to herself and unconsciously drew closer.

  The afternoon sun shone over the entire land, the sky was a dull gray, as if covered with a thick layer of cold air. Fortunately, the warm sunshine made people feel comfortable, even in this cold winter, blowing a not-so-bitter cold wind, there would be a very pleasant feeling.

  Ruxi Yang gradually approached Duan Chenliang with a warm heart, since the New Year's Eve party, she no longer intended to escape her feelings for him, so at this time, she was not approaching Duan Chenliang with a sneaky mentality, but instead, she walked towards him with an unprecedented and extremely brave attitude.

  Just as he was about to walk up to him, a middle-aged woman's voice suddenly floated from afar: "Liang Liang, why aren't you going home? I guessed it and thought you'd definitely be here."

  Lucy Yang instinctively stopped in her tracks, looked up and saw a middle-aged woman with chestnut-colored curly hair walking towards Duan Chenliang with an elegant and luxurious handbag. The woman in front of her was wearing a long, crimson coat, with gold and silver jewelry hanging from her neck, ears, wrists, and fingers, reflecting the light under the soft sunlight. The woman had a smile on her face all along, with a very fine wrinkle at the corner of her eyes, but it did not affect the beautiful face drawn by her delicate features, which was so beautiful that it seemed unreal.