An Lan now thinks back and just feels she was too silly at the time.
Xiao Yihe's casual excuse, she actually believed it.
At this moment, knowing the truth, An Lan no longer spared Xiao Yihe's fragile self-esteem, revealing the truth, and as expected, the façade of indifference and ease that Xiao Yihe had always maintained showed cracks.
Although those thousand paper cranes and little stars were thrown away by himself, he couldn't accept that these things were An Lan's way of killing time during breaks from work, folded out of boredom. He looked at An Lan with a pretense of injury.
"Lanlan, isn't it so? The gifts I gave you were all carefully chosen by me, but you... I always thought it was you who specially prepared gifts for me, never expected it was..." Xiao Yihe hesitated.
An Lan felt disgusted by his act of pretended innocence.
