Yu Jiuyuan saved the photos and replied, "They're well taken, especially the one of him holding the trophy."

Lin Yanran probably didn't expect her to praise her, and it took her several minutes to reply with an "Mm," followed by an extremely unnatural smiley face.

As night fell, Yu Jiuyuan finally finished the basic shapes of several gifts.

The sandalwood fountain pen has been polished smooth, the beechwood base is basically formed, and the alloy wrist guard's curvature fits the wrist perfectly.

The only bookmark given to Rong Shenghan had the character "久" (jiǔ, meaning long-lasting) engraved on it.

As she packed her things and walked out of the workshop, she found Rong Shenghan's car parked at the entrance.

He leaned against the car door, a cigarette between his fingers. When he saw her get out, he immediately stubbed it out and walked over: "Had enough fun?"

"Hmm." Yu Jiuyuan shook the toolbox in her hand. "I made something."

"For me?" Rong Shenghan raised an eyebrow.

"Guess." Yu Jiuyuan deliberately prevented him from seeing, opened the car door, and got in.

The car started its journey home. The car was quiet, with only the sound of the heater humming.

Rong Shenghan suddenly said, "Xie Zhecheng contacted you this afternoon."

"Yes, I know."

"Yuan Xu posted photos of fluorescent bacteria."

"Yes, I saw it."

"Lin Yanran..."

“He contacted me too.” Yu Jiuyuan turned her head to look at him, a hint of a smile in her eyes. “Vice President Rong, were you checking up on me?”

Rong Shenghan tightened his grip on the steering wheel, saying nothing, but his ears turned slightly red.

Looking at his hypocritical expression, Yu Jiuyuan suddenly felt that perhaps she should carve a few more words on the bookmark in her hand.

For example... "Just for you".

She took the half-carved bookmark out of her toolbox and handed it to him: "Here, it's for you, it's not finished yet."

Rong Shenghan looked down at the word "long" and then at the smile in her eyes. Suddenly, he stepped on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road.

He leaned closer to her and kissed her lips with a mixture of eagerness and the preciousness of having found something lost.

“Yu Jiuyuan,” he whispered to her lips, his voice hoarse, “you’d better not make them better than I do.”

"That depends on your performance."

Yu Jiuyuan returned his kiss, her fingertips tracing his chin. "My 'dog' deserves some special treatment, doesn't it?"

As night deepened, the car started moving again, carrying a car full of warmth and unfinished gifts, heading towards home.

Yu Jiuyuan looked at the neon lights flashing past the window, stroking the simple bookmark in her hand, and suddenly felt that this game might have long since become more than just a game.

These handmade gifts, like pebbles thrown into a lake, are destined to create different ripples in everyone's heart.