There are less than ten days left

Wen Xiangyang's thoughts and ideas gushed out unceasingly. Suddenly, the patter of a certain young lady typing on a keyboard resonated throughout the room.

Upon hearing the sound of the keyboard, Mu Lingqian looked up at Wen Xiangyang, then returned to his work.

It was nearing the end of January, and the weather was getting colder. Fortunately, the weather in Nande City was pleasant. Winter was generally sunny, and the afternoon sun shone through the window at an angle, casting warmth on the two of them.

Although the two were doing different things, they were so close that their shadows almost overlapped in the sunlight.

After being busy for a whole four days, Mu Lingqian finally took a break.

During this time, Wen Xiangyang managed to write tens of thousands of words. She hid all her drafts sneakily and resolutely didn't let Mu Lingqian see them.

There was only one day left until Xiao Lan's birthday.