For a moment, Mu Chengzhu couldn't pinpoint his emotions—was it wistfulness or something else?
Back when he had it, he refused to cherish it. Now, it's gone forever, isn't it?
Even though he was briefly swayed by memories of his past life, Mu Chengzhu quickly came back to his senses. He didn't reach out to take it but instead looked at Yun Shifei. "Why did you give me this?"
"I hope you'll stop targeting Cheng Lie, all right? He's really pitiful."
Once again, it was about Cheng Lie. Mu Chengzhu's expression turned somewhat furious.
But at the same time, he felt a sense of relief. It showed that Yun Shifei was trying to please him. If she was trying to appeal to him, then that left room for more negotiation.
He didn't want to end things definitively, so he only said, "Just this? Why should I agree to your request?"
Yun Shifei was startled. Wasn't giving him this enough? She had stayed up all night embroidering this.
She even accidentally pricked her finger.
