As the countdown to the New Year continued, Fu Xiaoxiao and two others, along with the two children, cleaned the house spotlessly, and the festive atmosphere grew stronger.
But Lu Feng still hadn't returned. Lin Qiu and Lin Xue both comforted Fu Xiaoxiao; she verbally expressed understanding, but seeing her occasionally gazing at the door in a daze, the two sisters knew she was worried about Lu Feng.
On New Year's Eve, Fu Xiaoxiao, under the surprised gaze of Lin Qiu and Lin Xue, wrote two Spring Festival couplets with a brush.
"You... what is there that you can't do? This writing is just too good!" Lin Xue hugged Fu Xiaoxiao, looking at the couplets as if they were treasures. "How do you read this?"
Fu Xiaoxiao pointed to the couplets, smiling.
"Top line: Spring breeze brings warmth, family blessing. Bottom line: Auspicious air brings peace year-round. Header: Everlasting peace and prosperity."
