But she didn't.
He was disappointed that she didn't give him a gift herself.
It wasn't until the moment he opened the gift that it dawned on him.
Inside the pink box was a white sweater with a card attached to it.
He picked up the card, which was written in twisted but cute characters.
"It's a gift for the man I love the most, he's a jealous guy with puppies, and I call him "Mr.
Stingy", well.
On this special day, I decided to give this "Mr.
Stingy" a gift exactly like the one I gave to the puppy.
I wonder what his expression will be when he receives this gift."
He clutched the card and looked up at her fur coat on the sofa in the bedroom, a moment of excitement he couldn't put into words.
He just wanted to tease her that day, so he told her that he was jealous of her knitting a sweater for the puppy.
But she unexpectedly remembered his words of jealousy, and knitted him an identical sweater to give him secretly on his birthday.
Also said on the card.
"It's a gift for the man I love the most, he's stingy but I still love him, just love him" He looked at the cardboard in his hand full of her twisted and pinched letters, and held it tightly, as if it was not a small card, but a priceless treasure.
In his eyes, it was indeed a treasure.
In his eyes, the cards she wrote were much more precious than the worldly gold masonry.
It was the favorite gift he had ever received.
I remember at that time, he looked at the card in his hand and swore secretly in his heart.
He will not disappoint the girl who loves him deeply.
He will love her as much as she loves him.
His love will not be a penny less than hers, it will only be deeper and more.
Until he died, until his ashes no longer existed in this mortal world.
But in the end, he broke his oath.
He no longer spoiled and doted on her as he had sworn to, but instead opposed her at every turn.
He deliberately put her company in a crisis, so that she humbly came to beg him.
Do everything you can to torture and insult her, so that she lives on the edge of hell every day.
And many more.
He couldn't remember how many times he had hurt her.
He extinguished the cigarette in his hand, looking at the light that was almost completely extinguished, and his mood at the moment was the same as this smoke, and he was in despair and darkness.
In fact, he didn't want to hurt her like this.
Every time he hurt her, he would hurt more and feel worse than her.
But apart from constantly hurting her, he couldn't find any way to preserve his self-esteem and see her every day.
Like this time.
He saw that the puppy, which was once the size of a palm, had grown so big, and he still remembered himself and was loyal to himself.
His heart was glad.
When he saw it, he felt the urge to pick it up and catch up with it more than once.
He also wanted to go over and rub its forehead to see if the Jupiter-like tread pattern under the hair on its forehead was there.
I thought about taking him to the garden to see if he had taught him how to catch fish a few years ago.
I thought about taking another owner with me and going to the verdant grassland to step on the spring.
But he couldn't do it all.
Because he was afraid.
He was afraid that after he did that, she would think that he was an infatuated person, and he was so obsessed with the puppy of three years ago.
He was even more afraid that she would suspect that the reason why he insulted and bullied her every day was not because he hated her.
It's because I love her to the core, in order to see the terrible way she came up with. oshow7 t1706231537: