Bai Meiyue finally found what she was looking for and handed Yun Chuan the pack of cookies that she carried with her. "Here, I cannot bake cookies for you but I hope that when you think of the warm memories of your past, you will remember that your sister and mother wouldn't want you to lose yourself."
When Yun Chuan saw the pack of cookies, he burst into tears. Though the cookies were not as sweet as the ones that his sister made, they still carried an inexplicable warmth. He took a few more bites of the cookies and looked at Bai Meiyue gratefully before saying, "Thank you, Miss Bai."
He knew that Bai Meiyue was a woman of few words but every word of hers was heartfelt.
Bai Meiyue nodded but didn't say anything more. She truly hoped that Yun Chuan would take her advice and not give up on himself. Because in her last life, this sunny and bright man turned into a gloomy and soft-tempered tyrant.
