Fu Shiting gazed at her clear, bright face, his voice hoarse. “Thank you.” The sweater felt even more comfortable and warmer than he had imagined. Qin Anan hadn't expected it to look so good on him. She couldn't decide if it was because the sweater was well-made or because he was just that handsome. She picked up the bag again and pulled out a small box. “This is for you, too. I was worried you mi