In a short while, Yu Jinwen strode out of the guest room carrying someone horizontally. The person was thin and sickly, covered with a hand-embroidered quilt embroidered by Nan Song.,Wiping her nose, she swallowed the tears welling up inside, refusing to let them fall. Picking up a pen, she signed her name on the side—Lunan Song.,Actually, over the past three years, I've given him many gifts, each carefully chosen. Yet, in the end, they all ended up idle in the closet or directly in the trash can, just like my true feelings for him.。