Ou Jun nodded, then shook his head, and said to Xia Chuyi, "It is, and it isn't."
He held up the bag in his hand, gesturing for Xia Chuyi to take the stationery first.
Xia Chuyi smiled, not standing on ceremony, and directly took the "gift" from Ou Jun's hand.
If she hadn't accepted it, she reckoned Ou Jun would have been very disappointed.
"Thanks, Brother, I can really use these stationeries!" Xia Chuyi said, lifting the bag with a beaming smile.
"Really? Well, that's good," Ou Jun said, a satisfied joy flashing in his eyes, then suddenly said, "Chuyi, it's my fault for giving you your gift so late."
"But, fortunately, you like the gift, and that makes me very happy," he said, a subtle pride lacing his tone.
Xia Chuyi quickly smiled and waved her hand, saying, "No apologies necessary. It's just that recently everyone has been treating me like a national treasure, afraid to disturb my revision, keeping their distance."
