With the Spring Festival approaching, every industry was bustling.
Red lanterns had already been hung on the streets, which, against the backdrop of a heavy snowfall, added a festive touch to the bitter cold of winter.
Ruan Qi, wearing a white sweater with a furry collar, sat on the bay window of the office, holding a steaming cup of milk tea.
Next to her, the water lilies were blooming beautifully, and a tiny 'fortune' character sticker bought by a little girl adorned the crystal culture dish, creating a joyful atmosphere.
Shen Wenqian took out his phone and snapped a picture of the girl drinking her milk tea, then said, "Several satellite TV stations invited you to join their New Year's Eve gala, but I turned them all down for you."
Ruan Qi let out a slow 'hmm' in response.
Shen Wenqian asked, "Are you really not going home for the New Year?"
"No time," the girl shook her head, "I have something very important to do."
