Ye Siyuan emerged from the changing room, freshly dressed. She blinked and said, "Yeah, on May 20th, girlfriends are supposed to give their boyfriends gifts."
Si Mingjing was no longer the naive girl who had just arrived on Earth.
She slipped out of Mo Yinhe's embrace. "You siblings always stick together; I don't trust you. But a scarf—I'll knit one for you. No need to learn, I already know how."
Mo Yinhe's good mood instantly halved. He squinted. "How do you know how?"
"On Prison Star, my master taught me. I knitted a red scarf for myself and wore it for many years. It's in my luggage."
Mo Yinhe's gloomy expression eased. After they returned home, he immediately went to look through her luggage.
And indeed, he found a bright red scarf in her suitcase.
The red scarf was severely pilled, a clear sign it had been worn for many years. Mo Yinhe, however, didn't mind at all and immediately wrapped it around his neck.
