He pushed it into her hands with a sincere face.
"I was planning to throw it away since she has another lover now, but when you asked for proof, I knew this was fate. Please believe me."
Ou Lin hadn't thrown away the scarf purely because he wanted to do some inexplicable things with it.
Whenever he could feel pressure building up in his lower body, he used the scarf to meet his needs.
Hence, he had kept this. But now it has proven to be very useful.
Lianhua froze for a second, staring at the handkerchief. Something about it made her suspicious, but she forced herself to smile faintly.
She took it from his hand slowly. "So you… kept this all this time?"
"Yes," Ou Lin said quickly, nodding. His eyes shined like he was near tears. "Every single day I thought of her. I never forgot her."
Lianhua forced herself to look touched. She let her eyes soften and spoke in a tender voice. "Ou Lin… I feel guilty now. I doubted you. I thought you were lying. But maybe I was wrong."
