As it was almost time to get off work, Zhou Ting pushed the door open and came in.
She was holding a big box in her hands, smiling brightly: "Xiaojue, this is my Christmas gift for you. See if you like it?"
Huang Xiaojue opened the box, inside were exactly thirty scarves.
He spoke slowly: "Zhou Ting, why are you giving me so many scarves?"
She made a funny face: "Xiaojue, but you mustn't get mad when I tell you."
"What's wrong?"
"Because I've really found myself falling for you."
"!!!"
"I want you to be covered with traces of me. I'm a very selfish person and can't tolerate even a tiny bit of infidelity in the man I love. So, Xiaojue, I burned that scarf of yours..."
"..."
