"Hmm?" Shen Chi looked at Butler Ling, his brows slightly furrowed.
"I'll show you," Butler Ling said.
She searched in the wardrobe for a while, found another tote bag, opened it, and a light grey scarf came into view.
It was clearly not made for a child, and the color was suitable for a man.
Shen Chi understood in an instant, feeling a faint ache in his chest.
"Fourth Young Master, Chaomu always said not to mention it, insisting on telling you herself, but then... some unwanted things happened, and she probably forgot about this scarf," Butler Ling said, her voice tinged with sadness.
Shen Chi took the scarf, which was exceptionally soft, with neat stitches, clearly made with great care.
"Chaomu said that the things you gave her were all very precious, and she had nothing good to give you in return, so she learned to knit a scarf from me."
Shen Chi's eyes reddened instantaneously, and the corners of his eyes became slightly moist.
