That night, Lin Miao placed the plushie Yu Jingxuan had given her on her pillow. She worried that the plushie might get too cold, so she brought it under her quilt and slept hugging it.
The plushie reminded her of Yu Jingxuan, her heart accelerating. She had watched a movie with him earlier today, but she was already missing him.
After they confessed to each other, Lin Miao often missed him, wanted to hold his hand, and hug him.