"Weave weave..."

"Um."

"Really...is it a gift for me?" he asked cautiously.

Seeing how cautious he was, Zhiyun couldn't laugh anymore.

Han Qing told him that he really wanted the gift she gave him, really wanted it.

No matter what it is, no matter how simple it is, he will like it very much.

However, she had never given him a serious and sincere gift before, not even a bracelet she had made herself. And before this, she had let him try it several times and gestured on his wrist several times, but he had never imagined that it was for him.

Zhiyun thought, his memory must be recovering soon...

Otherwise, why would he be so happy when he found out that I was going to give him a bracelet.

Whether before or after he lost his memory, this was the first gift she had carefully prepared for him.

Zhiyun's nose suddenly felt a little sour. "Stretch out your hand."

He immediately reached out and scratched his sleeve.

Zhiyun put the red rope around his wrist, fastened it, and said, "I originally wanted it for myself, but I found it seems to be too big and it suits you very well, so I'll give it to you."

"Zhizhi, you are knitting by imitating my wrist," he said.

"You just found out." Zhiyun was annoyed, but there was a smile in her eyes and on the corners of her mouth.

The red rope with ice-type beads is suitable for girls to wear, but when Zhiyun fell in love with this piece of ice-type beads, she thought about making something with it and giving it to Han Qingrang.

Pendant, no.

A little fox is too feminine, which is not acceptable either.

The pipe looks good, the small pipe is very delicate, but Han Qingrang doesn't smoke, so it's still not okay, it's too particular.

After much thought, Zhiyun came up with an idea that day under the guidance of Grandpa Chaosheng, to use ice-type beads.

I wanted to take a bunch, there shouldn't be any problem.

But if she wanted to take a string, the beads might have to be reduced in size, otherwise they wouldn't be enough. Zhiyun also didn't want to take them from other ice types, because every piece of jade, no matter whether it was of the same variety or not, was different after all.

The beads looked ugly when they became smaller, so Zhiyun decided to weave a red rope and just take a few of them.

At Grandpa Chao Sheng's place, no matter what trouble she asked him, he would not charge her a penny, but Zhiyun never broke the rules, so she asked for two and gave the remaining ice-type stone bases to the old man.

Finally it was made into a bracelet, although it was still very feminine: "Do you like it?" she asked him.

Han Qingrang was staring at the bracelet on his wrist, while his other hand was gently touching the beads, unable to let go.

He didn't answer, so Zhiyun said, "If you don't like it, I'll take it back."

He pretended to reach out his hand, then retracted it.

Zhiyun: “…”

What a big reaction!

Then he suddenly stood up, bent down, held the back of her head, and pressed his lips against hers.

Zhiyun raised her head and accepted him.

After a long time, his lips were close to her ear, and he said softly, "Zhizhi, I like it so much."

I really like it...

He is so happy...

When Zhiyun heard him say that he liked her, her heart was broken. However, seeing how happy he was, she felt happy and sad at the same time. She sighed that she had finally given him a gift that she had prepared personally from beginning to end.

It's quite decent.

"This bracelet doesn't have a name yet. Now, you can give it a name." Zhiyun mentioned.

Han Qingrang said, "Zhizhi will name it."

Zhiyun smiled shrewdly: "Of course I won't be polite. Then, let's call this bracelet 'True Truth'."