Having been busy all day, Liu Xiangli drove home alone after work.
On the way, she suddenly remembered that the milk at home seemed to be finished. It didn't matter much to her and Li Huai, but Fu Bufan, who was still growing, needed a cup of milk every night before bed.
So, Liu Xiangli went to a supermarket. However, after buying the milk, she noticed something different about her surroundings.
Only when she noticed the decorations outside of the supermarket did she realize that today was Christmas!
Time passed too quickly, and spring, summer, autumn, and winter had flown by once again.
The wind outside had started to get chilly.
Watching the young people bustling about joyfully on the streets, Liu Xiangli couldn't help but find it comical. During the Spring Festival, she never saw them this lively.
"Christmas, isn't it just…"
A shooting star happened to pass. Hastily, Liu Xiangli clasped her hands together and silently made a wish.
