Become a Master of Drawing False Hope in a Tragic Novel [GL]

Chapter 58

After Bian Yingning left, it's unclear how much time had passed. Duanmu Zhengjie slowly sat up, feeling a bit dazed.

The door to the room remained tightly closed, and there was only herself inside, creating a slightly tranquil atmosphere.

She looked around in confusion, finally letting her gaze fall on a box wrapped in black gift paper, adorned with a pink bow.

Rising slowly, she kicked off her high heels and stood barefoot on the ground, unbuttoning the two buttons in the middle of her shirt as she walked.

Most of her clothes had already slipped out from under her skirt, leaving only a corner tucked inside, like a broken connection.

She swept her hair aside, revealing her smooth forehead, and walked to the side of the cabinet, untying the bow.

As she untied the bow, she gradually revealed the contents of the box.

It was a luxury brand box, and upon opening it, as expected, there was a bag from that brand inside.

"Heh," she scoffed.

Originally, she intended to casually close the box, but suddenly a phrase popped into her mind: "Remember to open everything and take a look..."

Her hand that was about to close the box stopped.

Taking out the bag from inside, it seemed to have some weight to it.

She opened the dust bag, and a beautifully crafted bag appeared before her eyes.

But Duanmu Zhengjie, how could she be missing a bag?

No matter how beautiful or desirable a bag may be, as long as she wanted it, there was nowhere she couldn't obtain it.

After carefully examining it, she unzipped the bag to find a solid-colored lunchbox inside.

As soon as she opened the lunchbox, a milky fragrance wafted out.

Neatly arranged swan-shaped cookies were lined up in the box as if in a queue.

There were no production labels on the box... Did she make this herself?

The neck of a swan is delicate and easily breakable when making cookies, yet every piece of cookie in the box was intact and beautiful.

Duanmu Zhengjie stood there, lowering her head and staring at the cookies in her arms, lost in thought.

She had encountered countless suitors and seen all sorts of people.

Some would send her bouquets of flowers, others would gift her expensive brand-name jewelry, some would take her to high-end restaurants, and others would buy her various antique treasures...

But never has anyone personally made something for her.

A meal, a bowl of noodles, a batch of cookies...

"Bian... Ying... Ning."

She felt confused.

Was she just being presumptuous?

"Sister, it's better to remain single forever."

"But I feel like I could be unconditionally kind to her, and I think about interacting with her..."

"But I won't ask for anything in return, nor do I expect her to like me just because I like her..."

She always thought that anyone who approached her had ulterior motives, wanting to gain something from her to some extent.

But she never considered that maybe someone genuinely approached her... simply because of who she is, regardless of whether she was a Duanmu or any other surname.