Time flies unnoticed.
It's almost the New Year.
Lu Jingzhi unfolded the letter and showed it to Shen Nanwei, excitedly saying, "Zhuizhui is coming to town for the New Year."
Shen Nanwei was indoors, enjoying a warm facial mask provided by Lu Jingzhi. At this moment, she opened her eyes to look at the letter. It seemed to carry the cold, snowy atmosphere from outside, mixed with the fragrance of ink, refreshing her heart and spleen.
She quickly finished reading the familiar writing on the letter.
"I'm a little nervous," Shen Nanwei swallowed and honestly said.
She was even so nervous that she began to fiddle with her clothes, something the old Shen Nanwei would have never done.
Why was she nervous?
