Starting from that day, every time Jing Haohao woke up, she would find a gift by her bed. The contents of each gift were never the same.
However, just like the first time, she would act as if she hadn't noticed it, casually placing it on the bedside table, as if it had never been opened.
After a few days, her bedside table was already filled with a variety of gift boxes and shopping bags.
These past few days, Jing Haohao was always like this—she could be chatting and smiling with Nanny Lin one minute and then, the moment she saw him, her face would tense up and she would leave without a word.
When they had breakfast together, if Liang Chen offered her some food, her expression wouldn't change. But then, she would use her chopsticks to remove his offerings and push them aside, then continue eating as if nothing had happened.
Her behavior was like the silver hairpin in the hand of the Goddess, firmly drawing an insurmountable line between her and Liang Chen.
