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The night had completely fallen. It had been a sunny day during the day, and now, at night, the night sky was dotted with scattered stars. The two of them stepped out of the cafeteria, and a cold wind blew in their faces.

Aria subconsciously wrapped her coat tighter.

Ryder was wearing a knee - length black windbreaker today, left open, which made his unrestrained and upright figure look even more cold and handsome. She wondered if it was warm enough.

"Wait a moment."

When they reached the street corner, the wind grew stronger. During the short walk, Aria had glanced at him several times. Finally, she couldn't hold back and reached out to grab the sleeve of his coat.

"Hmm?"

Ryder turned his head. Aria repeated her words, took off her backpack, placed it in front of her, unzipped it, and rummaged through it to take out a bag.

"The wind is a bit chilly." Aria pursed her lips. The dim light from the street lamp not far behind cast a shadow on her side face.

... She had originally planned to give it to him when they said goodbye at the dormitory.

The boy in front of her had his hands casually in his pockets, patiently looking down at the little girl in front of him. He was tall, and to hear her better and make her feel more comfortable, he slightly lowered his head.

The girl seemed a bit shy. She moved closer to him, took the item from the bag, and shook it out.

Ryder watched quietly, his brow bone lifting slightly.

Aria made some gestures, stood on tiptoe, and carefully wrapped the ashy - gray scarf around his neck, circle by circle. Then she looked up and adjusted it for him. The boy let her do as she pleased.

After finishing, Aria took a small step back.

She looked at him intently. After a while, her almond - shaped eyes curved. This color really suited him, just as she had imagined.

Seeing her smile, Ryder also looked down and glanced at the scarf.

The scarf was very warm. He examined it in the faint light. It was made of thick, fluffy wool, but the stitches were very fine. At the end, there was a small character "Ryder" embroidered.

The scarf carried the faint orchid - like fragrance unique to the little girl.

In Ryder's memory, he rarely wore scarves. He was too lazy to buy them, and he never thought about it. Also, winter wasn't really that cold, and the cold passed quickly once he was out.

He raised his hand and touched the scarf, and suddenly felt like laughing.

He didn't hold back and let out a low laugh.

Sensing his happiness, Aria knew that he really liked it. The light in her dark almond - shaped eyes immediately spread.

Ryder reached out and stroked the little girl's head, asking lazily, "Does it look good?"

Aria nodded and said softly, "It does."

"Then give me a hug." Ryder lowered his eyelids and opened his arms towards her.

Aria met his gaze, and her heart started beating faster.

At this moment, her mind was actually blank. There was nothing in it but the thought of liking him even more. She smiled and threw herself into his arms, hugging his waist and burying her whole face in his chest.

"Airy," a low voice sounded above her head, which somehow became hoarse. Ryder asked her, "Did you knit this scarf yourself?"

"... Yeah."

Upon getting confirmation, Ryder's breath hitched.

Aria felt a bit embarrassed, and her cheeks uncontrollably grew hot. She unconsciously buried herself deeper in his arms.

She couldn't think of what kind of birthday gift to give Ryder. He was such a favored son of heaven, not short of money, and really had everything. In fact, he lacked nothing.

The little boy - shaped basketball keychain was because it reminded her of him. It was inexpensive and couldn't really be considered a proper gift. She couldn't just perfunctorily him with that.

When Aria saw the wool balls, she got an idea.

In the first year of high school, not long after the school started, for some reason, a trend of knitting scarves suddenly rose in the class.

Many girls in the class bought wool balls and bamboo sticks to learn how to knit scarves. They knitted in the dormitory, during breaks, and even in class, blushing and saying they wanted to give the scarves to the boys they liked.

Aria was an ordinary girl.

She had a boy she had liked for a long time. Even if she knew that she might never be able to give the scarf to him, even if she learned how to knit it, she still wanted to make one for him.

She wasn't very dexterous, and she learned slowly. The simple strands of wool were twisted around, and the stitches were easily messed up. One wrong step meant she had to unravel and start over. The bamboo sticks also chafed her hands.

Soon, before she could even start the scarf properly, the few fingers holding the bamboo sticks were rubbed red and swollen, filled with blood. It was itchy and painful, and even a light touch was unbearable.

Her family doted on her and spoiled her. The little girl had never done much work at home, not even sweeping the floor with a broom. She was very delicate.

The girls in the dormitory were also knitting, and they were much faster than her.

She would go over to them, carefully watch how they knitted, and when she thought she had learned, she would go back to her bed and start from the beginning.

Later, the grade director on duty discovered this trend. He was furious and banned the activity of knitting scarves. It was not allowed in the classroom or the dormitory. The dormitory supervisor checked closely and confiscated most of the knitting materials.

Many girls lost interest over time and gradually gave up. Aria didn't want to give up halfway. So, at night, she secretly learned how to knit under the covers.

But somehow, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't seem to learn. She knitted and unraveled, unraveled and knitted again. By the time of the holiday, she still hadn't finished a single scarf.

Aria put the wool and bamboo sticks in her schoolbag and took them home, planning to learn from tutorials on her phone at home, thinking it might be faster.

She watched the teaching videos over and over again, and finally, she started to make some progress.

Later, Aria could finally use the bamboo sticks skillfully and knitted a complete scarf. However, autumn had passed, and winter was also over.

Spring had returned, and everything was coming back to life. The season for scarves had long passed.

The boys had already changed into T - shirts.

The scarf that was destined not to be given away was finally put away by Aria, along with those collected small items.

In fact, for so many years of liking him, the thing Aria had fantasized about the most was how she could be good to him. She wanted to give him countless beautiful things.

Now, she had finally fulfilled her wish and given the scarf to him.

"But it's not very well - knitted," Aria said in a small voice. "The wool isn't expensive either. But don't say you don't like it. I'll be sad."

The warm breath from her neck kept falling on him as the little girl spoke. He could clearly feel it even through the scarf.

... So silly.

Ryder's eyes darkened slowly. His breath became gentle. It took him a long time to stroke the hair of the girl in his arms, his palm resting on the back of her head. He asked in a hoarse voice, "So you were late this morning and took so long to come down.

"Was it because you stayed up late last night knitting this scarf for me and overslept?"

Aria didn't answer.

Ryder knew then that he was right.

Silly girl.

He had never been a person who was easily touched emotionally. But this girl always managed to make his emotions overflow, making his heart incredibly soft, and he even felt a bit breathless.

It was as if something was gently blocking him, but it wasn't really.

After a long while, Ryder let out a low sigh, his eyelashes drooping. He lowered his head and gently rubbed his chin against the top of the little girl's head.

With so many emotions, all he could say was a simple sentence, "I like it very much, and I'm very happy." After a pause, he said in a low voice. m.gΟиЪ.ōΓＧ

"Thank you, Airy."

This was the best birthday he had ever had.

Aria curved her lips. You're welcome. As long as you like it.

She had completed another item on her wish list.