After breakfast, Lin Yi pushed Liang Jingchuan to work while she packed her things at home. When she was in the living room, her gaze fell on the book on the table.
She opened the notebook and saw the clear handwriting inside. It was the new year goods he had written down yesterday.
Sitting on the sofa, Lin Yi read through them word by word. The more he read, the more reluctant he felt.
This could be the only new Year they would spend together, and it could also be the last.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yi returned to her room and changed her clothes. She took her bag out, put her notebook in, and went out.
The new year was in less than ten days, so even on a working day, the supermarket was packed with people.
Lin Yi pushed the cart and placed the old year's goods into the cart according to the book.
Fortunately, it was just her and Liang Jingchuan, so they didn't need to buy too much food.
