Mu Qiu had quite a lot to bring this time, so she prepared a backpack.
First, she packed Cheng Zhirang's clothes.
The bedroom closet was actually quite big, but the space for storing clothes wasn't evenly divided between the two. Her clothes took up eighty percent of the space, leaving only a bit of room for Cheng Zhirang's casual wear and complete suits. As for the drawers where they stored their personal clothing, there were six in total, and she used four of them, leaving the rest for his belts, underwear, and other accessories.
In terms of space usage, the mention of Cheng Zhirang's name almost conjured a pitiful image.
She casually folded two sets of clothes neatly, packed underwear into a small pouch. A three-minute task, yet the remaining few hours were spent entirely on choosing her own clothes and other belongings.
While organizing, her mind was suddenly empty, and she thought this scene felt a lot like a few years ago.
