Chimu Jiang hurried back by car.

When he knocked on my door, I had just fallen asleep.

He held a bag he bought for me.

He presented it to me as if it were a treasure: "Shuyin, this is for you."

I didn't take it. I turned and walked into the room, and he followed me in.

When he placed the bag on the coffee table, he even noticed a corner of the coat peeking out.

He removed the covering paper, carefully took out the coat, and a lipstick fell to the ground from inside.

He asked me, "You used to like it a lot. Why did you throw it away?"

I didn't even stop and walked straight into the bedroom. "I don't like it anymore. There's no need for something that disgusts me to stay with me."

He still stubbornly argued, "Shuyin, you're overthinking it. It's just a gift between friends, nothing more."

I dismissed the idea of going back to sleep and walked back to his side.

"Is that so? Do you want to verify it?"

I took his phone out of his pocket. The password for his phone is my birthday, and I opened WeChat.

I checked the pinned contacts, and Chen Yaoyao was there too.

Their conversation was still centered around Chen Yaoyao praising him.

[Thank you, former brother-in-law.]

It hadn't even been 12 hours since then.

I laughed at him, "This is truly an extraordinary friendship."