However, she felt quite uneasy. She kept staring at his movements with nervous eyes and observing his expression. She was really afraid that she would not be to his liking.
Chang Mian didn't hesitate. In fact, he didn't have high expectations for her gift. He thought that as long as it was from her, it would be fine. There was no need to expect too much. He really didn't lack anything.
He opened the box and saw a milky white sweater inside. He took it out and compared it with his upper body, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.
"You bought me a sweater after so many days of preparation? You really have... good intentions." This is a bit perfunctory, right?
Chang Shang began to think: "I didn't buy it, I knit it myself."
For a moment, the man who was comparing the sweaters on his body seemed to be stunned for a moment, as if he didn't believe that she could knit a sweater. He tilted his head and showed disbelief in his eyes: "You know how to knit a sweater?"
The corners of Chang Shang's mouth raised, "Of course, I spent more than a week knitting until my eyes were blurred. You...you don't like it, right?"
Chang Mian said nothing, holding the sweater in his hand and looking at it carefully for a while.
"You...you really don't like it?" It's over? She thought that Chang Mian would not dislike the things she knitted because of her sincerity.
Chang Mian remained silent. He looked at the sweater in his hand for a while, and then put it on directly on his head. Not to mention, although I didn't compare it, it fit very well, not tight or loose, and was warm and very comfortable.
"Actually, it's quite beautiful. Just say you like it."
Chang Shang stared at his face, clasping her little hands tightly, her expression was very depressed and tangled. Chang Mian couldn't help but chuckle a little. He originally really disliked her and blamed her for being perfunctory, but he didn't expect that she was.
She knitted it herself, and the value and weight of the sweater immediately increased by several spaces, "I like it."
He didn't hesitate and looked in the mirror.
My thoughts drifted very far away in an instant...
In this world, he thought that his mother was the only woman in the world who would knit sweaters for him to wear. Unexpectedly, today he unexpectedly received another hand-knitted piece of clothing.
I still remember when I was a child, when the family of three was watching TV at night, my mother would sit on the sofa knitting sweaters stitch by stitch. In winter, the sweaters on him and his father were all mother's masterpieces.
At that time, he was young and ignorant. When he saw that the sweaters bought by Qin Cao and others looked better than his own, when he got home, he told his mother in disgust that he did not want to wear the ones she had knitted by herself. He wanted to wear the ones he bought and knitted by himself.