Before I knew it, the end of the school term had arrived, and everyone started scrambling for tickets about ten days before the holiday break.
This year, the Spring Festival travel rush seemed especially tight, and Shen Zhaozhao had tried for two days with her phone but couldn't manage to get a ticket.
Seeing her getting so worked up over ticket snatching, Sheng Chuyi couldn't help but suggest, "Why not just stay here for the New Year?"
It wasn't an entirely bad idea.
The new home had been aired out for a few months and was ready for move-in any time.
"It's not that I can't stay, but I don't want to be cooking for myself during the New Year's celebration." The thought of having to cook for herself during the festive period made Shen Zhaozhao lean more towards going home for the New Year.
Going home meant not having to lift a finger, and she could enjoy an abundance of delicious food; just thinking about it made her happy.
