He was moved, but she had already left.
Zhao Hanchen remembered that Cheng Weiyue, when she was by his side, always prepared these sorts of ordinary gifts for him that couldn't be more common.
College students are short on money; it took a long time to save for just a scarf.
The stuffed toy was handcrafted by Cheng Weiyue, the scarf and gloves were things she saved up for a long time to buy, the piggy bank was her idea to save a sum of money every year as a fund, the wind chime was strung by her.
Each and every one, she had put her whole heart into.
Zhao Hanchen looked at the old items before him, only feeling Cheng Weiyue's face gradually become clear in his mind, that clarity inexplicably making the corners of his eyes hurt.
Ye Cheng originally wanted to go in and clean up, he wasn't stupid, looking at Mr. Zhao's demeanor, it was obvious that he couldn't bear to throw them away.
