Yu Xiaocao 'dejectedly' lowered her head and shoulders, and said in a sorrowful voice, "You must have disliked my embroidery and thought that I couldn't embroider more complicated patterns, right?"

"Absolutely not! As long as it's embroidered by you, I will like it!" With that, he untied the purse from his waist and showed it to the lass who was ‘depressed’ to show that he was serious. 

Yu Xiaocao snatched the purse that was worn to the point that its edges were frazzled. She really wanted to destroy it. It must've been difficult for him not to be afraid of being laughed at, carrying this ugly and deformed purse with him for two years.

"Then, if I embroidered Little White's image onto this purse, would you wear it?" As soon as Yu Xiaocao looked up, her eyes, which looked like a clear sky that had been washed by rain, stared at him without blinking.

Zhu Junyang nodded his head without even thinking about it, "As long as it's embroidered by you, I'll always carry it on my person! I'm just afraid your eyes will become tired..." He had carried such an ugly purse for two years. Although the pattern didn't match his temperament,...