Lin Feng did not feel much about Christmas.
It was not that he liked or disliked it; it simply felt no different from an ordinary day.
Before he had transmigrated, he rarely celebrated holidays.
And not just holidays—Lin Feng rarely even celebrated his own birthday.
At most, on his birthday, he would buy some food he liked, curl up in his little home, and eat quietly.
When he had appeared at the orphanage back then, he had not carried anything like a note recording his birth date.
So Lin Feng did not even know his exact date of birth. He simply treated the day the orphanage found him as his birthday.
And on top of that, Lin Feng did not have many friends. His social skills were practically nonexistent.
Taken together, that was why he felt very little about holidays.
Still, during New Year's Day and the Spring Festival, he would buy a whole pile of things and return to celebrate with the director.
Though it was supposed to be a celebration, Lin Feng always felt like an outsider and seemed somewhat uncomfortable.
It was only over the past two years that Lin Feng had gradually understood why everyone gathered together for the New Year and why everyone was filled with laughter and cheer.
He understood because Lin Feng had truly gained something called family.
Before, he had been alone. He just muddled through everything and never cared much about ceremony or ritual.
But now, with several family members, Lin Feng had experienced a holiday atmosphere completely different from before.
So it was not that he did not like celebrating holidays or did not want to celebrate them. It was that he had no one he liked, no family to celebrate with...
The orphanage director, you say?
Come on, during