Shi Qian stood alone in the empty room. Her mother's clothes were still on the hanger. The bedding was neatly folded. In a daze, she thought she saw her mother sitting on the bed and smiling at her.
She walked over and suddenly realized that there was a small basket beside the bed with some balls of yarn inside.
After she picked up the balls of yarn, there were small socks pressed under them.
It was obvious that this was for newborn babies.
These were small socks that her mother had knitted herself.
She had always hoped that she could have a child with Sinian earlier. She had already secretly started preparing these things.
As a child, her mother had knitted the sweaters she wore. Not only were the styles novel, but they were especially soft and comfortable. Countless classmates envied her mother for having such skillful hands.
Shi Qian picked up the pair of small socks and held them in her hands. "Mom, your craft is still so good."
