They say when you give someone a rose, a fragrance lingers on your hand.
After giving away the phone strap he'd so carefully picked out, Qiaoqiao felt he'd just accomplished something huge.
——How could it not count?
Once that big sister tied her new phone with the strap and wore it, she'd never lose it again while stomping on the yellow duck.
He grabbed his phone and couldn't wait to message Song Tan:
[Sis, a stranger big sister dropped her phone. She borrowed my phone to make a call but then forgot the number. I gave her my phone strap.]
All the logic and tangled details in there got squeezed into just a few words; if you didn't share some blood with him you really couldn't decode it.
Song Tan had to think it through for a bit before she roughly understood. She didn't nag him again about being wary—Qiaoqiao wasn't defenseless against everyone.
Right then she just sent over a tiny 20-yuan red packet without another word:
