The Way I Loved You | LK ADAPTATION

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After finishing the last night of self-study, the snow was already heavy.

Jungkook usually took her to the bus stop, but tonight he took her to the place where he parked his motorcycle and took out an embroidered bag from the trunk.

It was darker here, and the bus didn’t go here, and students basically didn’t come here. Jungkook handed her the bag, smiled and said, “Open it and take a look.”

Lisa blinked and asked in a low voice, “Is it for me?”

He raised his eyebrows, “Who else it is for?”

She was kind of happy.

Although she knew it was a Christmas gift, it was snowing today, so it could be regarded as a gift for the first snow.

She finally received the first snow gift from him.

The bag looked like a piece of clothing. Lisa took out the clothes inside curiously, and the red spread before her eyes.

It was a big red cloak, almost exactly the same as the one she wore back then.

At that time, she was wearing this red cloak waiting for him to come home for the New Year, but she waited for his coffin. She didn’t know until now whether he would like her appearance in the red cloak.

The boy in front of him smiled so softly.

Lisa wanted to cry a little, she lowered her eyes and asked softly, “Why give this to me?”

Jungkook reached out and took the cloak and put it on her, “I don’t know.” He said, “Seeing this, I think it should be yours.”

He put a hat inlaid with white fluff on her head, tilted his head to admire, and laughed, “It’s so beautiful.”

After the first snow on Christmas, the already low temperature in Haicheng dropped rapidly, and the cold winter officially started. The high school students woke up earlier than the chickens and slept later than the dogs every day and were tortured to death by the icy weather.

Mingyu hugged the hot water bottle and asked, “Isn’t it said that the global temperature is warming? Why is it getting colder year by year?”

God told him by action that it could be colder.

Mingyu felt unloved, and his only hope every day was the cake he asked his brother to bring him.

He thought it may be his hardworking spirit that has moved him and let him persist in bringing him handmade cakes every morning.

Although the taste was inexplicable, sometimes good and bad, and he had a stomach ache for two days after he ate it, but it was nothing, he felt the endless love of his brother from that little cake.

Jungkook still asked him every day, “Is it delicious? How is it compared to the one you picked up in the trash can last time?”

To be honest, Mingyu couldn’t remember the taste of the little cake that he picked up from the trash can last time, but Jungkook kept on asking him. After being asked so many times, he said, “It’s much better than the one in the trash can!”

Then he never received any cakes from the next day.

Jungkook was enthusiastic and sent the recognized cake to the Class 2 classroom.

Lisa found out that she had another handmade custom cake. She was so happy and took a bite. Jungkook asked her, “Is it more delicious than the previous cake?”

Lisa smacked her lips, “It’s better to taste the previous one.”

The self-taught boss who felt like he could qualify as a cake baker after two months: “…”