When Xirong Ziye noticed the sweater that was almost completely finished, his hands shivered as ripples shot through his heart. He sat at the table and stared endlessly at it. Holding it in his hands, he felt that it was extremely precious. He couldn't let it go at all.
As he held it, his heart felt exceptionally heavy. It was so heavy that it almost suffocated him.
Looking at this sweater, he felt all sorts of emotions clashing and weaving within him. He was reminded of his university days. Back then, Bai Yaoyao was the precious daughter of a rich family. Her family background was desirable, and she could have everything that she wanted.
She had bought clothes for him before, but he rejected her. That was why she learned to knit. He recalled a particular winter day when it had snowed. She excitedly lingered at the lobby of his dormitory, holding onto something as she waited patiently.
