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.”

I didn’t know my wife had a poet’s soul,” he said as he gently took the brush from her hand. “And your calligraphy–it’s surprisingly

she lived with the Johnston family, they asked if she wanted to continue learning, but back then, she was just a guest in their

skills she had learned–all those traces remained. Even now, when she picked up a brush

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

like you missed

really understood her.

stepped outside

it was the sight of her large belly making an effort, or maybe they just wanted to be part of something, but the courtyard guests, who had been sitting in solitude moments ago, suddenly stood up to

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

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

BON

absolutely delighted, falling in love with

the mood shifted completely. The loneliness and melancholy from before were swept away, replaced by laughter and warmth.

suddenly

all have time, why don’t we make dumplings together

of them hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances.

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

everyone

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

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

they finished, evening had arrived.