And a pink gift box.

A bow was tied on the gift box with white silk gauze.

Tang Mulin paused.

She seemed to already know who sent it.

Sure enough, when I took out the greeting card from the bouquet, there was only one sentence on it.

"Merry Christmas, Miss Tang! I will come back to see you when I find the answer. I hope that day won't be too far away!"

"Ms. Tang, what's wrong?"

Seeing Tang Mulin staring at the card in a daze, not holding the flowers or taking the gifts, the housekeeper asked with concern: "Is there anything wrong? If so, you can refuse to accept it."

"Oh, no."

Tang Mulin shook his head and returned to the room with the flowers and gifts.

The pure white buckwheat flowers look particularly dreamy and beautiful on the bay window hung with colorful lights.

Tang Mulin stared at it for a long time.

The flower language of buckwheat flowers is lovers.

He obviously didn't remember her anymore, didn't he?

So, this is a coincidence, right? It must be!

Forcing himself to stop his aimless fantasies, Tang Mulin opened the gift box.

Just one glance, and tears started falling.

An acrylic diamond the size of a pigeon egg.

A fluffy white ball of fur.

A White Rabbit candy whose wrapper has turned yellow.

Also, a doodle book.

These were the gifts that the little girl forced upon the lonely boy every time they met.

And this is only a small part of it.

But why, when he clearly didn't remember her anymore, did he still keep these things?

On the first page, there is a rough outline of a girl sketched with just a few strokes.

Signed: Tang·Yingxueyuhanlei·Mu·Bingxueshanglimomeng·Lin

Thinking of his immature and childish self, Tang Mulin burst into laughter.

The doodle book is full of random notes.

"Today is Monday. Ah, I hate Mondays the most. When I think that there are still five days until the weekend, my mood is not beautiful at all."

"Oh yeah, my favorite Friday is here... For dinner, I had my least favorite radish salad, which made me want to vomit. Mom said she wanted to lose weight and keep in shape, but she's not fat at all, okay? Oh, women... I hope that when I grow up, I won't become a woman who worries about her beauty and figure."

"Why are boys so annoying? If you like a girl, shouldn't you be gentle and caring for her? What's the point of catching a caterpillar and putting it on her clothes??? If you see her ugly face of fright and tears, she won't even want to talk to you, okay?...Ah, boys are so stupid! Fortunately, the boy I like is cool, smart and aloof, not stupid at all, hehe..."

…

After flipping through a few pages, Tang Mulin suddenly felt something was different.

The graffiti book flipped to the first page and Tang Mulin started reading it again.

"Today is Monday..."

On the back, it was written in a different style, "I hate Mondays, too. Sugar, we're the same."

"Yeah, my favorite Friday is here..."

On the back, "I like Fridays, too."

"...Boys are so stupid! Fortunately, the boys I like are cool, smart and aloof..."

On the back, "The girl I like is called Sugar. She is the most beautiful and lovely girl in the world. If everyone can only make one wish in their lifetime, then my wish is only about her."

…

Although the handwriting is immature, one can already see the sharpness of the strokes.

I took the greeting card and saw that it was obviously written by one person.

Tang Mulin burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)