Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a week has passed. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, the most festive holiday in China.
This is the first time Wei Anning has celebrated such a festival in China. Immersed in the festive atmosphere, she temporarily sets aside her worries and learns to cut paper-cuts and paste Spring Festival couplets with Aunt Liu.
Leng Youchen comes down from upstairs and hears the laughter in the living room. His lips curl into a smile involuntarily.
Ever since the lady returned from the Wei residence, she had been in low spirits. A couple of days ago, he had secretly arranged for Yan Nanfei to come over and keep her company, which considerably lifted her mood. Now, seeing her long-missed smile, he finally lets out a sigh of relief.
He struts over with his long strides, his voice deep and captivating, "What are you cutting?"
Wei Anning unfolds the freshly cut 'fu' character and boasts, "Look, I cut this myself, how is it?"
"Not bad."
