Song ran is not that kind of person

Why did he feel a sense of comfort as if he had a daughter who had just grown up?

Was this still the young miss who didn't touch the sun and spring water?

Gu jinghang reached out and took the sweater. There were several holes the size of a finger that could be seen with the naked eye. The needle and thread were not evenly distributed, and there were even a few ends of the thread that were picked up.

However, it did not stop Gu jinghang from being so excited that he almost burst into tears.

This was what his Xiao ran had knitted for him, needle by needle. He quickly picked it up and put it on his head.

Song ran smiled and said, " I'm sorry. It's my first time knitting a sweater. I'm not very good at it yet, so I'm not very good at it. There are some small holes, but it doesn't affect the way I wear it.

"I'm already very happy that you're willing to knit for me," Gu jinghang said with a smile.