But all of a sudden, she really looked forward to going to high school, really looked forward to growing up.
Little He Qing slowly leaned her forehead against Lin Zhengran's back, her face growing shyer and shyer.
"You're digging into my back. What exactly are you holding? You've been hugging it since yesterday," Lin Zhengran suddenly asked again.
"Huh? Is it really poking you?" Little He Qing answered softly, adjusting the box's position. "It's a gift for you. I'll show you when we get home." After fixing it, she asked, "Is it still poking you now?"
"It's better now."
Before Lin Zhengran brought Little He Qing home, Little He Qing nervously asked on the way, "By the way, are Uncle and Aunt home?"
"They're not home. You can just go take a shower when we get there."
"Mm."
When they reached the front door, she took off her already dirty shoes at the entrance and changed into women's slippers. Although Little He Qing's shoes were dirty, her socks were still white, and her tiny feet remained spotless and fair.
She went to the restroom and wanted to take off her down jacket, only to realize she was still holding the gift.
Lin Zhengran also took off his coat, which had gotten dirt on it, and reminded her, "Just put the gift down. I won't look at it early."
He knew Little He Qing had been preparing this gift for a long time.
After all, she had been in low spirits since half a month ago, clearly because all her attention had been focused on something. She had probably been busy with this the whole time, and Lin Zhengran was too lazy to do anything boring and mood-ruining.
Hearing him say that, Little He Qing cutely set the box on the