Before reaching his room, Li Zhiyuan pushed the door open and saw Alii sitting on a small stool, intently carving wooden flower rolls with a carving knife.
He hadn't told Alii that the black canvas was damaged, but the girl discovered it herself and took the initiative to replace the wooden flower rolls for him.
Li Zhiyuan walked to face the girl, watching her carve intently.
This scene greatly resembled the past, when the girl used to watch him read books intently.
As she carved, she would occasionally lift her eyes to look at him, just like how he used to respond to her when he was reading.
Li Zhiyuan felt that this must be the most comfortable way of interacting between friends.
No concessions, just pure enjoyment.
Just watching quietly for quite a while, Li Zhiyuan's originally anxious heart seemed to have finally settled down.
He stood up, walked over to the desk, planning to put the winning money away first.
