He muttered, "Yeah, we’ve broken up. Breaking up with you is the thing I regret the most, so I won't let myself regret it again."
He wanted her to love him again and to love him so much that she could not leave him!
...
Ling Yiran sat on the couch in her room at night and looked at the purple floral gown in her hands.
The gown was torn from the neckline to one side of the sleeves. Even after mending, it would never be the same again.
Ling Yiran was a little upset seeing what was once a perfect gown turning out like this. After all, it was something that Chenchen gave her.
Even if Gu Lichen did not know it was her and even if Gu Lichen did not mean to give her the gown, it was like a series of coincidences that made all the promises they made when they were little come true.
Biting her lip a little, Ling Yiran got up and went to a nearby cupboard where she took out a sewing box.
She had taken a closer look around the room when she was free today and accidentally saw this sewing box.
The sewing box looked quite old. It contained a few needles and an ancient but delicate thimble. Although some of the silk thread inside had faded, they were still sturdy and would not break in one pull.
'Was this sewing box left by someone who lived in the room before? It's probably a woman because the thimble is about the same size as my finger.'
However, Ling Yiran was not used to wearing a thimble, especially since her knuckles were slightly deformed. It only added to the inconvenience.
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