Jing Xi finished the sweater a few days later and took it to the king.
âHereâs the sweater. How is it?â
Huo Yunshen took the sweater up and was happy with how good it turned out.
He took out the other one that was made for Little Grape and compared them. They were completely identical.
This meant that Jing Xi still had her memory lying dormant somewhere within her.
It was not impossible to regain her memories.
âThis is really well made!â Huo Yunshen complimented.
Jing Xi let out a sigh of relief when she heard the manâs joyful voice.
âThen Iâll take my leave,â Jing Xi said, ready to leave.
âWait!â
The man suddenly stopped her as Jing Xi looked at him, baffled.
âCan you make new ones for the kids?â Huo Yunsehn requested.
âWill they even wear handmade sweaters now?â Jing Xi asked. âWonât store-bought sweaters look better on them?â
Jing Xi was afraid to accept the request. She could finish the sweater only because it was already half-done. Sheâd never made one from scratch, and she was scared to do it.
âThe weather is getting colder, and theyâve outgrown their previous sweaters. Hand-knitted ones are better than store-bought, no?â Huo Yunshen argued.
âFine... Iâll try and see... Iâll have to get some yarn then,â Jing Xi agreed.
âYou donât have to. Iâve already gotten some. Itâs all in your room now,â Huo Yunshen said with a smile.
â...â
Jing Xi felt like she was being set up from the beginning. It was as if sheâd fallen into a planned trap.
Jing Xi sighed as she now had to do more research on knitting a sweater.
She came out from the kingâs room and went back to her own room only to be greeted by boxes on the floor. She opened one of the boxes, and in it was yarn of different colors.
The quality of the yarn was top-notch.
She could find all kinds of yarn in the box, so much that she could make a few dozen sweaters.
Without any way to back out, Jing Xi frowned as she started to check on which yarn would be better. There were even books on knitting in one of the boxes.
She went through the guide books to look for patterns she could work on.
She needed to make one for each of the kids. Not only did she have to think of which patterns they would like, but she also needed to take their measurements too.
Just as she was pondering, she heard a knock on the door and turned around to find the king standing by it.
âWhatâs wrong?â Jing Xi asked.
âIs the yarn enough?â Huo Yunshen asked.
âYes! A little too much, maybe.â Jing Xi replied.
âSince thereâs a lot, can you make me one too?â Huo Yunshen asked as he walked into the room.
âWhat?â Jing Xi could not believe her ears as her jaw dropped.
âWhatâs wrong? Donât feel like doing it?â