Pei Jiao looked at Wei Yu's fleeing figure and smiled unconsciously. It was only when the door closed and Wei Yu was long gone that the smile on her lips slowly faded.
She looked down at the scarf in her hand. It was still half-finished and not very well knitted. Compared to the scarf sold outside, the needlework was extremely crude. Although Wei Yu did not say if he liked it, he definitely did not hate it.
Recalling the redness at the edge of Wei Yu's ear when he left just now… Pei Jiao's eyes became even more determined.
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The next day, Pei Jiao woke up very early. It hadn't snowed recently, and the weather had improved a lot. She wasn't dressed as thickly as before, and it was easier to dress. After tidying herself up, she took the time to wait outside the door.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Wei Yu opened the door and came out with a document bag.
