his spring breeze

Chapter 13 "One stitch and one thread of heart."

correct.

She saw Shen Chaosheng doing embroidery last night, and he also held the needle with his left hand.

"Is there something wrong with your right hand? Why don't you eat with your right hand?"

"I'm left-handed." Shen Chaosheng replied flatly.

"Oh……"

Jiang Chunhe subconsciously aimed at his right hand.

But he saw that the man put his right hand under the table calmly.

Jiang Chunhe was puzzled.

Shen Chaosheng didn't seem to easily expose the palm of his right hand to others.

Last time at the restaurant, he said that he was not hungry. Could it be that he didn't want her to see through his right hand?
But what secret will his right hand hold?

"What is madam thinking?"

"I wonder if you have any secrets." Jiang Chunhe blurted out.

Shen Chaosheng had lotuses on his lips, and when he smiled, his brows and eyes could bend into crescent moons for a gentle man.

"Finally want to get to know me?"

"Tch, what do you mean—ah, no, you just called my wife again! Who is your wife, shameless! You still embroidered your and my names on your purse, how can you be so shameless?"

"The pouch I gave you is a talisman for you. Carrying it with you will keep you safe."

"Thank you to your family! As long as I don't have anything to do with you, I promise I can live a long life!"

After Jiang Chunhe finished speaking, he started to grill the rice desperately.

She is guilty.

Because she threw the purse into the trash can, and she didn't know it was a talisman. She was so angry when she saw the words on it, so she threw it away.

Forget it, I'll pick it up later.

"I'll drive you to school, and you eat slowly."

Shen Chaosheng put down his chopsticks and walked towards the room where Jiang Chunhe slept last night.

"Hey hey hey-"

Not caring about wiping his mouth anymore, Jiang Chunhe hurriedly stopped in front of him and blocked the door, "Why did you come into my room?"

"Pack your schoolbag for you."

"I, I can just clean it up myself."

"..." Shen Chaosheng gently pushed her away and walked in.

Jiang Chunhe bit his lower lip hard, and as expected, Shen Chaosheng bent down to pick up the purse in the trash can.

…she swears she just really wanted to pick it up.

Facing her, Shen Chaosheng's smile faded, and a flash of fleeting pain flashed in his eyes.

"That's right, my love for you is worthless in your eyes."

After speaking, he opened the window of the balcony and threw his purse under it.

Shen Chaosheng's movements were very light, as natural as throwing away trash.

The purse is weightless, and it doesn't make any sound when it falls, just like his calm heart, what's broken is inside, and the outside is always bright and beautiful.

He looked sad, and Jiang Chunhe felt a sudden pain in his heart.

She turned her face away, why should she be heartbroken, it's just a purse, so what if he embroidered it himself, she didn't ask him to embroider it, didn't she.

"I'm going to school, you don't need to see me off!"

Jiang Chunhe grabbed his schoolbag and ran out.

The place where Shen Chaosheng discarded it happened to be facing the garbage pool. Jiang Chunhe approached the garbage can holding his nose, and a sanitation man was cleaning up the garbage.

"Grandpa, have you seen a red purse with two mandarin ducks embroidered on it!"

"What is a mandarin duck?"

"It's a bird!"

"Ah...does it say Spring Tide?"

"Grandpa, you can read."

The corners of Jiang Chunhe's mouth twitched, he could read but didn't know mandarin ducks, how dare this uncle tease her.

The sanitation uncle raised the big black plastic bag in his hand: "I told me to put it in it! I was still wondering how the garbage fell out of the sky, and the quality of that purse feels pretty good."

Jiang Chunhe frowned as he looked at the bulging bag of garbage.

"Grandpa, can you give me this bag of trash?"

"You little girl, what do you want garbage for? Eat it raw?"

"Grandpa, don't ask me any more. Why don't I make an equivalent exchange with you?"

Jiang Chunhe didn't bring any money with him, so he took out a pen worth more than [-] yuan from his pencil case, exchanged a bag of garbage with his grandfather, grabbed the garbage bag and ran away.

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(End of this chapter)