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.”

It’s really good. I didn’t know my wife had a poet’s soul,” he said as he gently took the brush

the Johnston family, they asked if she wanted to continue learning, but back then, she was just a guest in their house. She knew her place and had turned down many things, claiming she had

mark. The books she had read, the skills she had learned–all those traces remained. Even now, when she picked up a brush again, her

sit down, then picked up the camera and handed it to

to feel like you missed out,” he said

really understood her.

dried, they stepped outside to

maybe they just wanted to be part of something, but the courtyard guests, who had been sitting

and Keira quickly turned into a lively group effort. A young girl even

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

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was absolutely delighted, falling in love with it instantly.

shifted completely. The loneliness and melancholy from before

idea suddenly struck her.

why don’t we make dumplings together for

of them hesitated,

loves dumplings. Just think of it as helping her out.”

everyone

some prepared the filling, others rolled the wrappers, and some folded the

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

they finished, evening had