So, Xia Xiaonuan went to the orphanage to volunteer, learning this was quite normal!
But this time...
She could carve the heart-shaped apple he invented...
Liang Shaochen looked at Xia Xiaonuan in disbelief. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist fiercely.
"Who are you? Who exactly are you?" he asked through gritted teeth, unable to control himself.
Xia Xiaonuan was startled, the apple and knife in her hand "thud—" fell to the floor.
Who am I?
Sometimes, even I don't know who I am!
After Nan Mo left, no one ever peeled apples for her again.
The orphanage gradually gained social attention, and its living conditions improved. She no longer had to wait to eat one apple a week.
But every time she ate one, she still couldn't help but carve that heart shape.
After all these years, she could now draw that heart shape proficiently.
She never thought that today, she could carve it personally for Nan Mo.
