Brian slid a glance at the sleeping Grace and turned the volume down.
After she fell asleep, she looked even more like the person in his memories. She actually looked similar with her eyes open too, but when she had her eyes open, there was a kind of weather-beaten fatigue in her expression. It was something that the person in his memories never had.
That person in his memories had clear, bright eyes that seemed to be full of limitless hope.
When Grace woke up, the car was already at the gate of her apartment complex.
She suddenly felt embarrassed and she hastily undid her safety belt. “How long was I sleeping for?”
“It’s fine. Not long,” he said.
Grace quickly got out of the car. She reached for her bag resting next to her on the seat, except she did not grasp it properly. All the contents of the bag spilled over.
She was frantic and hurriedly picked up the things that had spilled from her bag.
Suddenly, a hand picked up her half-knitted glove faster than she could.
“You’re knitting gloves?” he asked, a little surprised.
“Uh-huh. I was bored, so I knitted a little.” She found a random excuse before quickly taking back the glove from his hands. She said another “thank you” before shutting the car door. In the next moment, she hastily entered her residential area.
Through the windshield of the car, Brian watched that figure gradually vanish from his vision.
That glove, based on the size, looked like the size of a man’s hand. Could it be that these gloves were being knitted for a man?
For a woman to knit a man something, if they were not family, then it seemed there was only one other reason for it.
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