Avril held the soft cushion given by Luo De and returned to her cabin, lying on the bed, her thoughts countless.
This gift reminded Avril of the warmth already far away—the last time someone cared about her discomfort during her period, it was her mother.
Even on her father's lucid days, he never cared about her discomfort during her period.
She didn't know Luo De didn't think much of it, just that women from his previous life used this kind of thing, so he casually provided some convenience for her and Milly.
But for a sensitive girl like Avril, this small cushion carried extraordinary meaning, distinct from other food or items.
Thinking of Luo De's concern for her private matters made her cheeks flush, her heart race, with a hint of unusual sweetness and warmth growing.
Inadvertently, it felt like her relationship with Luo De had grown closer.
Avril eagerly wanted to respond to this sweetness.
Not to repay but to respond.
