"Regardless of whether it was convenient for you or not, I still owe you my thanks!" Luo Qingli glanced at Mu Si while picturing the handkerchief in her bag, wondering if giving it to him would seem too premeditated.
Upon second thoughts, she realized that she and Mu Si were practically strangers and they probably wouldn't have much to do with each other in the future anyway.
With a magnanimous gesture, she took out an elegantly wrapped box from her bag and placed it on Mu Si's table, "Senior Mu Si, I dirtied your handkerchief yesterday. The oil stains on it are probably not washable. Even though you didn't blame me, I felt guilty and bought a new one for you."
Luo Qingli's act of buying a new handkerchief to replace Mu Si's was a desperate attempt to dispel the awkwardness between them.
Mu Si sensed this, yet for reasons he couldn't fathom, he felt a wave of irritation. He didn't even know what exactly he was irritated with.
