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.”

my wife had a poet’s soul,” he said as he gently took the

her parents. When they were 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

learned–all those traces remained. Even now, when she picked up a brush again, her hand still remembered. It wasn’t professional–level, but it was

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

you to feel like you missed

understood

stepped outside to

be part of something, but the courtyard guests, who had been

effort. A young girl even mentioned that she knew how to cut traditional window

she cut were intricate and beautiful. The most surprising piece was

BON

delighted, falling in love

and melancholy from before were swept away, replaced

suddenly

why don’t we make dumplings together for New Year’s?” Keira suggested.

hesitated, exchanging

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

that, everyone agreed.

the dough, some prepared the filling, others rolled the wrappers,

sharing bits of their lives–hardships they hadn’t spoken about before, the struggles of spending

finished,