Decorating the House

Although the person in the photo was Song Jia, Song Jia's identity was not exposed. As long as she didn't say anything, no one would know. It seemed that she didn't have to worry so much about this.

"Then rest early. Good night." Lu Zhen relaxed and sent a message to Song Jia.

...

In the blink of an eye, it was the Spring Festival. Lu Zhen had been staying at home these past few days and did not go out much. She would order takeout or make a simple sandwich. Occasionally, Song Jia would come over to cook dumplings for her. Lu Zhen gradually got used to their interactions.

However, sometimes, when she looked at Song Jia's figure in the kitchen, Lu Zhen could feel a warm and reassuring feeling in her heart. There was even a hint of sweetness.

On this day, Lu Zhen slept until past nine o'clock. The weather was cold, and she was like a small hibernating animal. Sometimes, when she woke up in the morning, she did not want to get up. She became lazy.