Huo Chenhuan immediately understood what she meant. He reached out to hold her hand again and said solemnly, "I'm glad that you're willing to do this, but don't do something you're not good at next time. I don't want to see you get hurt."
Su Yayan wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it. Perhaps it was because her cooking skills had been too good, but she had really messed up her knitting skills.
Other people poked the wool, but she kept poking her own hand. Even though the needle for the towel had already been sharpened, she still could not take it.
"I understand. I'll be more careful next time."
"Okay." When Huo Chenhuan got into the car with his scarf, he whispered, "See you in three days."
The smile on Su Yayan's face immediately deepened. Three days later was the day of their official wedding. They would definitely not be able to meet again in the next three days.
