The first thing after the New Year.
On a snowy weekend afternoon, Ning Youguang dragged Shi Wangyue along to do some decluttering at home.
She opened their walk-in closet, "For me, New Year's decluttering is about tidying up the somewhat chaotic life of mine that's been busy for over three hundred days, organizing the space, and sometimes time is also space. When we transition from the old year to the new, it's like moving from one space to another. This brand-new space is vast and empty, filled with unused time."
"Tell me what to do." Shi Wangyue rolled up his sleeves, "What to keep, what to toss?"
Ning Youguang didn't even need to look at the closet. The plan was already formed in her mind, "Anything you haven't worn or used in over a year should go. You handle yours, and I'll handle mine."
"Okay." Shi Wangyue obediently took out the old clothes that met the criteria from the wardrobe one by one.
