handkerchief?
Mingdai realized what was happening.
She thought that some time had passed and He Yaonian should have long forgotten about it.
"What handkerchief?"
Mingdai pretended to be stupid.
He Yaonian leaned back in his chair with his tall body relaxed, taking in the slight unease on Ming Dai's face.
What handkerchief did you say?
The two were playing word games.
Mingdai pretended not to know.
"I might have forgotten."
She gave He Yaonian an awkward smile.
"I'm sorry, Uncle San."
She didn't really want He Yaonian to know that she had kept the handkerchief he used to wipe her mouth neatly stored in the closet.
It's as if she cherishes it so much.
Has Mo Tingchuan ever given you a handkerchief?
He Yaonian changed his posture, straightening his upper body slightly, and his eyes changed from lazy and calm to dangerous.
“Answer me honestly.”
Mingdai looked away.
He nodded firmly, taking it for granted.
"It has been delivered."
He Yaonian's elation plummeted to the bottom, shattering into pieces.
"So you don't remember the handkerchief I gave you, but you clearly remember and keep the handkerchief Mo Tingchuan gave you, is that what you mean?"
Mingdai lowered her head.
Like a curious little sparrow, she tilted her head and secretly peeked at He Yaonian.
Seeing He Yaonian squinting at her, looking like he was about to give her a hard time, she silently turned her head back.
“It’s just a handkerchief, why is Uncle so concerned?”
Mingdai disagreed, but then suddenly thought of something.
She stared at He Yaonian with her big, puzzled eyes.
"Uncle wouldn't want Mo Tingchuan's handkerchief, would he?"
He Yaonian slowly licked his lips.
"Mingdai, you better not be joking with me."
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