Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 999

Hayden gave her an unwavering sense of security and endless emotional support. If depression ever tried to knock on her door, he wouldn’t even let it in.

He carefully laid out the couplet paper and prepared the ink for her. He even set up a camera on the side, ready to document the moment.

“What should I write?” Keira asked, staring at the blank red banners in front of her.

“Whatever you want. Anything is fine,” Hayden replied easily, the picture of a doting husband, fully embracing her freedom to decide.

Keira glanced around the courtyard, at the people sitting alone, lost in thought. A wave of emotion washed over her, and inspiration struck.

She picked up the brush and wrote the couplet:

“Though the courtyard holds no feast, it warms the heart.

As long as the heart seeks the sun, warmth is everywhere.”

The horizontal inscription: “You and I Welcome Spring.”

When Keira finished, she looked up at Hayden. He was smiling.

Keira frowned instantly. “You’re not allowed to laugh at me.”

good. I didn’t know my wife had a poet’s soul,” he said as

alive, they had nurtured her in every way possible. Later, when she lived with the Johnston family, they asked if she wanted to continue learning, but back then,

books she had read, the skills she had learned–all those traces remained. Even now, when she picked

handed it to her. She realized he had recorded the entire process of

to feel like you missed out,” he

understood her.

the ink dried, they stepped outside to put up

just wanted to be part of something, but the courtyard guests, who had been sitting in solitude moments ago,

as just Hayden and Keira quickly turned into a lively group effort. A young girl even mentioned that she knew how to cut traditional

work. Her hands were skilled, and the patterns she cut were intricate and beautiful. The most surprising piece was a silhouette of Keira, pregnant, leaning

BON

delighted, falling in love with it instantly.

the mood shifted completely. The loneliness and melancholy from

idea suddenly struck

have time, why don’t we make dumplings

them hesitated, exchanging uncertain

gave them a little push. “My wife loves dumplings. Just think of it as

that, everyone

others

struggles of spending the New Year away from home. But as they spoke, their burdens seemed

the time they finished, evening had arrived.