But Xiao Changyi didn't put up the couplets by himself; he waited for An Jing to do it together.
This was their home, and it needed to be decorated by the two of them together.
The two of them pasted couplets on the home's seven doors, and once these red papers with black characters were up, the whole house looked different, exceedingly festive.
An Jing stood in the courtyard, looking at everything, feeling particularly good, and said with a smile, "Husband, it's New Year."
Xiao Changyi stood beside An Jing, not looking at the house's decorations, his cold gaze fixed upon her all the time, his eyes growing softer and softer. Hearing An Jing's words, he responded softly, "Hmm."
An Jing turned her head to see her husband watching her, which made her smile bloom like a flower immediately.
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