When he opened the box, he saw an exquisite jade hairpin lying quietly inside.

There is an intricate flower carved on it, and the petals are inlaid with pink gems, sparkling and dazzling, with the branches winding around the hairpin.

Except for the gems, the entire hairpin is carved from jade, which looks natural.

A thought flashed through her mind, and Chu Yuening quickly grabbed Ying Zheng's big hand and observed it carefully.

As expected, the slender fingers were covered with deep and shallow scars.

In an instant, Chu Yuening's tears fell one by one.

She kissed the scars with heartache and asked with a sob.

"Does it hurt?"

Chu Yuening originally thought that she was more deeply involved in this relationship than Ying Zheng.

Perhaps Ying Zheng had feelings for her, but it was probably more out of responsibility.

Unexpectedly, it was not until today that Chu Yuening discovered that Ying Zheng's love was as restrained and deep as that of others.

"It's nothing, Yue Ning, don't cry."

Ying Zheng did not think these scars were terrible, they were just minor injuries caused by the carving knife.

He had suffered injuries a thousand times more painful than this, and he could endure it all.

However, the tears dripping into his palms were so hot that they made his heart tremble.

After Ying Zheng comforted Chu Yuening, she couldn't let go of the gorgeous hairpin, then hurriedly got dressed and washed, combed her hair into a beautiful flying bun, and asked Ying Zheng to put it on her hair himself.

After lunch, the two began to make dumplings.

Ying Zheng made all kinds of strange-looking dumplings with exposed fillings, and Chu Yuening couldn't help but laugh.

Even the omnipotent A Zheng has things he is not good at~

night.

Chu Yuening waved away the eunuchs and palace maids in the hall and asked them to eat a bowl of hot dumplings as well.

Only she and her lover were left enjoying this ordinary and warm New Year's Eve.

Chu Yuening couldn't help but laugh as she watched the man opposite her frown as he ate the exposed dumpling.

Are you dissatisfied with the one you made yourself?

She thought so, but she still picked up a beautiful dumpling she had made and handed it to her husband's mouth.

Ying Zheng's brows relaxed, his eyes were filled with smiles, and he took a bite of the dumpling and chewed it slowly.

Even though there were no fireworks, Chu Yuening had a particularly happy New Year's Eve.

"A Zheng, happy New Year's Eve."

"Well, Yue Ning, happy New Year's Eve."

"May you be happy every year."

"May Ah Zheng meet a good time and enjoy the good fortune of the time."