Today's weather is nice, the sun is shining. Lin Qiao went inside to take out the quilt for sun-drying. When she entered Song Tingfan's room, she saw the box on the table, already completed.
She picked it up for a glance. It was really well-made, with a lotus flower carved on it.
Earlier, she casually commented about liking lotus flowers, and the villain sincerely believed she liked them.
The villain's character was somewhat obsessive; if they treated you well, they would go all out to be nice to you without a second thought. If they weren't, the opposite was true as well.
Sigh, she must wholeheartedly fool—no, treat the villain well.
She put down the box, then picked up the folded quilt and went outside. Just as she was struggling to hang it on the line, Li Guifen arrived, clearly to comfort her daughter.
After greeting the old couple, Li Guifen worriedly glanced at Lin Qiao a few times, "Are you okay, daughter?"
