Seeing her so resolute, Song Ding grew increasingly flustered and uneasy.
"Don't be like this. We grew up together. We have such a deep bond; we can't let a small thing like this ruin it."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pulled off the pouch hanging from his waist.
"Look at this pouch. Every single stitch on it was sewn by you. I've kept it on me this whole time. You're truly in my heart."
When Hua Qingqing saw the pouch, her heart ached slightly.
She naturally had feelings for Song Ding.
But she deliberately suppressed those feelings, not letting them surface.
She struggled to remain calm and snatched the pouch from him.
"I'd almost forgotten about this until you brought it up. I gave this to you, and now I'm taking it back."
Song Ding stared at her in disbelief. "What do you mean by this?"
Hua Qingqing clutched the pouch tightly and said, each word deliberate.
