I took a sip of the warm tea.
“In our hometown, on the coldest night of winter each year, we and… people would gather to celebrate the Winter Moon Festival.” Amelie recalled, I could see the slight twist of her lips, face lighten up with joyful memories with the man she and her sisters had avoided mentioning since they started talking to me.
“Tell me about him.” I asked,”…or what you people did during your celebration.”
