In the French-style bathtub, Ye Xian squinted her eyes, happily humming a tune and playing with bubbles when she reached for a towel nearby... only to unexpectedly pull out a handkerchief?
She took a closer look, huh? Wasn't this her Little Strawberry handkerchief? How could it be here? Hadn't she just placed it outside?
Wait, this one looked not as new as hers, and it was folded neatly, corner to corner, edge to edge, placed on the shelf—only someone with cleanliness obsession or compulsive disorder could do such a thing.
Could it be...? Her memory suddenly flashed back to the scene at the sports arena where she had used the strawberry handkerchief to wipe the CEO's hands.
This one belonged to the CEO?
Hehe, hadn't he said he'd thrown it away as trash?
Turns out he not only hadn't thrown it away, but also kept it securely hidden, taking it wherever he went, the level of his cherishing clear to see.
