My numb fingers hooked the wool, and the wooden knitting needles flew mechanically.
In a few days, Meng Liang will be finished, and in a few days, it will be Christmas Eve.
However, the scarf can no longer be given away.
The silent cell phone lit up with a familiar number. After much hesitation, I picked it up.
A crying male voice came from the mobile phone. Meng Liang threw the mobile phone on the bed indifferently. He got out of bed with an unfinished towel and went to the mirror. He made a few gestures on his neck and murmured: "It's not impossible to change it to a neck collar and wear it yourself..."
Concept: Sorry, I am beautiful alone