In her heart, Li Zhiyan had become her support and solace, especially after her own son had completely disappointed her.
This feeling was also growing stronger and stronger in Han Xueying's heart.
...
After school in the afternoon, when all the classmates had left the class, Su Mengyue seized the opportunity to approach Li Zhiyan.
"Brother..."
"I knitted a new sweater for you."
"This time I knitted several layers, it's especially warm."
She took out the bag she had been carrying all afternoon, and Su Mengyue handed the sweater she had knitted herself to Li Zhiyan.
At that moment, Su Mengyue looked at Li Zhiyan with some trepidation in her eyes.
She didn't know if Li Zhiyan would like the new sweater she had knitted.
"It's beautiful, thank you Yue Yue."
After Li Zhiyan took out the white sweater,
he examined it and it looked very handsome on him.
"As long as you like it… I'll knit all your sweaters from now on..."
