Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

When Xirong Ziye noticed the sweater that was almost completely finished, his hands s.h.i.+vered as ripples shot through his heart. He sat at the table and stared endlessly at it. Holding it in his hands, he felt that it was extremely precious. He couldn't let it go at all.

As he held it, his heart felt exceptionally heavy. It was so heavy that it almost suffocated him.

Looking at this sweater, he felt all sorts of emotions clas.h.i.+ng and weaving within him. He was reminded of his university days. Back then, Bai Yaoyao was the precious daughter of a rich family. Her family background was desirable, and she could have everything that she wanted.

She had bought clothes for him before, but he rejected her. That was why she learned to knit. He recalled a particular winter day when it had snowed. She excitedly lingered at the lobby of his dormitory, holding onto something as she waited patiently.

Everyone told him that Bai Yaoyao was waiting for him downstairs, but he didn't want to go down at all. Back then, he truly didn't feel anything special towards Bai Yaoyao. He merely wished for her to stop pestering him.

As the snow fell outside, the male students felt extremely sorry as they watched Bai Yaoyao wait downstairs. They thought that it was a sin to let a beauty like her wait and suffer.

In order to stop his roommates from letting their imaginations run wild, he could only go downstairs and tell Bai Yaoyao to go back.

However, Bai Yaoyao answered him happily, “You've finally come down! I've waited for you for so long.” While she spoke, the sparkle in her eyes glowed as brightly as a warm and cozy bonfire. They could seemingly light up the entire night.

Furthermore, she didn't look impatient at all. It was as though it was a huge surprise to be able to see him.

He merely said indifferently, “Go back. Don't wait for me downstairs in the future. You'll just give me trouble.”

“Even though you cannot accept my feelings, I still like you. I'm already contented doing this. I know that you don't like the clothes that I buy for you, so I personally knitted something for you. Take a look and see if you like it.”

Even now, he still remembered the antic.i.p.ation in her eyes. At that time, she looked like a child waiting to be praised.

He lowered his head and saw Bai Yaoyao taking out a knitted sweater. With just one glance, he noticed the scars on her fingers, and he knew in an instant that those came from being p.r.i.c.ked by the knitting needles.

Despite feeling uncomfortable back then, he didn't say a single word. Looking into her bright eyes and the snow flakes all over her hair, he accepted her gift for the first time.

Even after he returned to his room, Bai Yaoyao still hadn't left the dormitory building. His roommates told him that Bai Yaoyao was still downstairs. When he opened the windows, he glanced down and saw her looking right up. It seemed like she had also noticed him too.

She waved her arms excitedly and exclaimed, “Rest well! Stay warm! I'll leave now. I'll continue knitting for you in the future.” Back then, her elated voice resonated through the entire building.

Even after so many years, he could still hear her laughter ringing in his mind. That radiant smile made him feel so guilty. He couldn't repay the kindness that Bai Yaoyao had showered him in the past.

The more Xirong Ziye remembered things from the past, the more his heart felt empty. He didn't know what Bai Yaoyao felt while knitting this sweater. Did she hate him?

He stayed silent for a long time. Xirong Ziye looked out the window and watched the night sky grow darker and darker. After a while, he finally stood up and walked to the living room while still holding the sweater.

When a servant saw what he was holding in his hands, she was slightly startled.

Although her reaction was almost impossible to detect, Xirong Ziye still noticed it. He walked forward and asked, “What do you know about this sweater?