Hearing the car arrive outside the window An-Hai froze. Without a thought, she raced out of her room. She ran down the stairs quickly, her bare feet lightly tapping down the stairs to meet her father who was waiting in the foyer for his new wife and son. ‘An-Hai,’ her father called, he was stunned to see his daughter run down in her pyjamas. She was always so unhappy and rebellious, but had obediently come downstairs, he could only be satisfied with this, and did not say much. Today was a happy day for him. ‘Come and greet Aunt Mai Fang, she will be your mother,’ Luo Chenghe said to his daughter. ‘Hello, An-Hai.’ Mai Fang greeted nervously. Mai Fang seemed to be about forty years old, she was wearing a red silk cheongsam, her hair was styled simply but it suited her. An-Hai looked at Mai Fang, she would always remember this moment. Mai Fang was unsophisticated, nowhere near her mother’s league but in her father’s heart was Mai Fang. An-Hai hated Mei Fang, for Mei Fang...
