"Whew, finally got everything!"
Ling Fei bites her lip, carrying a bag full of items, struggling a bit as she descends the elevator to the underground parking lot.
She just came out of the supermarket. It was quite warm inside, and having carried things for nearly a hundred metres, Ling Fei's face turned bright red, with even a few drops of sweat appearing on her forehead.
The things she's holding are from her afternoon shopping spree.
Inside, there were couplets.
There were bright Chinese knots.
There were also small and cute red lanterns.
...
She bought quite a few of each item. Only when she estimated she had enough to decorate her father's hospital room festively did she feel content and proceeded to pay.
It was already past four in the afternoon.
By the time she drives home and rests a bit, Song Tian Mo would be home from work.
When she left at noon today, Song Tian Mo had mentioned that they would go out for dinner when he got back in the evening.