Upon seeing a pottery shop, Lu Yan immediately grabbed Zhuang Yan's hand and went inside: "Give me one of these, I want one that you made yourself."
Zhuang Yan had done it a long time ago, and now he had long forgotten the feel of it: "I'm bad at handicrafts."
"It's okay, I'll like whatever you make it into."
In the observation room, Xia Wan stared blankly at the screen: Zhuang Yan, do you know what you're doing with Lu Yan?
Whether it was the keychain she chose, the food she ate, or the milk tea she picked... all of these things were things Zhuang Yan had done for her before.
Their first date was pretty much like this.
Zhuang Yan was very attentive. Often, if she glanced at something, he would immediately know what she liked and then buy it for her.
At first, Xia Wan just coldly watched the trinkets Zhuang Yan gave to Lu Yan. These things were worthless and sentimental, and she would often just throw them away and forget about them after receiving them, and then dispose of them as waste.
Until she saw Zhuang Yan lead Lu Yan into the pottery museum, her expression changed drastically.
Xia Wan stared intently at them. In her memory, among the things Zhuang Yan gave her, the one that held special significance was the ceramic doll that sat next to the TV cabinet at home.
It was handmade by Zhuang Yan, with their names written on it, serving as a token of their love.
After Zhuang Yan moved away, she seemed to have forgotten about the ceramic doll. It remained on the TV cabinet for so long that it was covered in a layer of dust. She always overlooked such a worthless little thing until Zhuang Yan left, when the ceramic doll appeared alone in her field of vision and became so conspicuous.
She was angry that Zhuang Yan had broken off the engagement and that he had left without saying goodbye. She said harsh words that she hated Zhuang Yan, but she kept the ceramic doll that he had made by hand. Even though the base of the doll had cracks, she did not throw it away.
She couldn't explain these feelings clearly. It wasn't that she still cared about Zhuang Yan; she was just nostalgic. Once something she had seen for a long time was gone, she felt uneasy.
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