But Lin Zhexia felt that all the coldness around her had been driven away.
Finally, she heard herself say: “If you can keep it, I hope it’s a little sister, so I can braid her hair.”
With Lin He pregnant, she needed to go to bed early.
After chatting for a while, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.
After washing up, Lin Zhexia lay in bed, hugging her blanket and rolling around a couple of times.
Then she picked up her phone and sent Chi Yao a message reporting the situation—
I, Young Master Lin, have always been a person of my word—
The wish you made, I’ve already fulfilled it—
[Appears with a rose in mouth]—
[Cool sunglasses]
After sending these messages, she thought of something and got up from the bed again.
Before going home, she had taken off the coat and returned it to Chi Yao, but she still had the scarf around her neck.
It’s just that Lin He was so focused on her not wearing a coat that she didn’t notice the scarf.
This scarf was now lying quietly on the desk.
She held the scarf, and many images flashed before her eyes.
There was the image of her begging him to help knit the scarf at Chi Yao’s house.
There was also the image of her crying hidden in the scarf by the lake just now.
The scarf was soft.
It was knitted stitch by stitch by that young man who seemed to respond coldly to everyone.
She suddenly didn’t want to give this scarf away anymore.
“Anyway, I was planning to change the gift,” she whispered to herself, “and it wasn’t knitted by me either, so it’s not good to give it away. I’ve already worn it, it has my tears on it, so… it’s not too much for me to secretly keep it, right?”
She folded the scarf and solemnly placed it in her wardrobe.
Then she carefully smoothed out that crumpled wish paper and tucked it into one of her favorite fairy tale books.
When she lay back under the blanket, she finally saw the messages Chi Yao had sent back.
There were two messages—
Young Master Lin is still honest and trustworthy
The other one—
Sleep early, coward.