"I just guessed because the stitching and the style looked familiar, then I connected the dots—wait a minute." Su Mei grabbed the sleeve of Yuhan's jacket, turning it over to inspect.
She ran her fingers along the edges like she was searching for something. Then her face lit up.
"Here! Chen Zixuan always leaves a mark on every piece he sews himself." She pointed at a faint embroidery. "Look—'LYCZ.' Your initials and his. Obvious, right?" she said with a teasing laugh.
"Plus, zixuan had been visiting the company frequently using his personal room, so..." Su mei explained further.
Yuhan stared at it for a long second before glancing up at Zixuan, who sat there smiling faintly.
"Your smile is fake," Yuhan muttered, downing another cup of wine. His cheeks were already flushed, his eyes glassy.
"Why are you confusing me?" he mumbled. "Why did you give me clothes… and take Yueyue handkerchief…" His words slurred, half to himself.
