Zhao Wu had finally convinced Bai Ling to spend the New Year with him this year. The two of them strolled through the supermarket, their faces filled with joy as they shopped for New Year decorations. Bai Ling even excitedly picked out couplets and lanterns.
"Bai Ling, why do you look so youthful?" Zhao Wu smiled, his voice filled with affection. "These lanterns are even taller than mine, and there are so many small ones. My modest villa is turning into a lantern emporium."
Bai Ling blushed, her expression radiating with lively enthusiasm. "Back in our hometown, this is how we celebrated the New Year. It's the only way to capture that authentic homey feeling."
"The smell of home?"
An unexpected female voice interrupted their moment. A shiver ran down Zhao Wu's spine.
He turned his head slowly, his eyes falling on Zhao Jiao, who was seated on the living room sofa, cradling her cat. Beside her were Shen Jun and Shen Mo, both carrying suitcases.
