Gong Ting's eyes glimmered briefly, followed by a soft laugh. "Honestly, there's no less heartfelt way to express gratitude than sending something by courier."
Judging from his tone, it carried a tinge of light mockery mixed with grievance, making Wei Anning feel a bit embarrassed. After all, enhancing something that's already beautiful is easy; bringing warmth in moments of coldness is rare. Despite being mere strangers, he had extended his hand to help her.
In a world where human connections often feel indifferent, his willingness to pause his hurried steps and offer her a handkerchief, a coat to ward off the chill outside and within, was truly commendable.
If not for Leng Youchen's evident concern over Gong Ting's presence, she thought they might have become friends.
