I turned and left the Carter house.
I got into our car and asked the driver to take me to Nathan.
I had already placed the gift in the car before leaving.
The comments provided real–time updates.
This time, I didn’t tell Nathan in advance.
Instead, I went directly from the underground garage, took the elevator up, and familiar with the way, opened Nathan’s front door.
Hearing the noise, he rushed out immediately.
I was delighted to see the usually distant Nathan wearing adorable lion plush pajamas.
I smiled and handed him the gift.
He accepted it in a daze.
I said: “Aren’t you going to see if you like it?”
He blurted out: “I’ll like anything you give me.”
Then his ears instantly turned bright red.
I couldn’t help but want to laugh.
He looked up, somewhat expectant yet nervous: “Why are you giving me a gift?”
I said: “The sports watch is a thank–you for your help recently.”
Nathan lowered his head.
His black, slightly curly bangs now seemed somewhat dejected and disappointed.
The comments panicked:
“Confess already! I’m about to push your heads together!”
“Girl, you’ve learned to tease the poor puppy!”
“He’s been waiting for you at home since last night. How can you be so cruel to him?”
“The sports watch is a thank–you gift, but where’s the lion plushie? Where’s the lion plushie?!”
I smiled and added: “The lion plushie is for someone I like.”
Nathan suddenly looked up, stars sparkling in his dark eyes.
Bonus Chapter:
After we got together, Nathan took me to an old children’s welfare home.
He told me that’s where he first saw me,
He pulled out an old photo he had kept for many years.
In it, I stood in the welfare home’s modest garden, wearing a princess dress, a tiny figure with
a
sweet
smile.
He cherished the memory: “You gave candy to every child that day. I got two pieces. They were the sweetest candies I’ve ever tast-
ed.”
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Chapter 2
Unfortunately, I had no recollection of this.
When I was little, I often went to welfare homes with my parents to deliver gifts and select some children for sponsorship.
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Nathan said he was one of the lucky ones.
But I felt heartbroken.
The children my family selected were those with serious illnesses that the welfare home couldn’t afford to treat.
He wasn’t lucky at all.
Nathan embraced me, his warm lips against my ear: “No, I was very lucky.”
“As a child, I met you, and you gave me two especially sweet candies, and your family helped me. I thought we were worlds apart, that I’d never see you again. But in middle school, I saw you representing your school in a speech competition, then in high school, then university…”
You were so outstanding, like the moon, always visible to me.”
“Until I could finally hold the moon in my arms.”
I’d heard many of his romantic words before, but even now my face heated up.
“Stop talking.”
He chuckled softly, his chest vibrating: “Okay, no more talking. How about showing instead?”
Even when we had nothing, the comments loved to be suggestive.
Now of course they couldn’t resist:
“Make her unable to get out of bed!!!”
I don’t understand. Now censorship is so strict.
They clearly can’t see anything, so why are they always so excited?
[Imagination is more stimulating than watching the real thing, don’t you know? I’m getting a nosebleed!]
[Such a happy couple, the three of us living well together is what matters most
[Make that four of us, one more won’t hurt]
[I’m here to join this family too!]
[Me too]
The comments were quickly filled with “me too.”
