Grace Winter first thought of Hayes Edwards at that time.
Hayes has a bit of obsession with cleanliness. In the past three years of junior high school, his school uniform, which has a white base, was always spotless, not a drop of ink on it, looking as good as new.
If it were a normal day, he'd get angry if someone touched it, let alone lending it out.
"Can I, Hayes?" Grace asked while bringing him a small cake.
She made it herself.
Nearly fifteen, Hayes was already almost 1.8 meters tall, while Grace only reached his shoulder height, with round eyes and a face that rounded up when she smiled, looking like a little doll.
Hayes held his phone in one hand, his attention fixed on the game, casually tossing the school uniform jacket from the sofa, "Remember to wash it clean."
Grace hugged his clothes, nodding obediently, "Okay."
She left the small cake behind.
It wasn't until the door closed that Hayes looked up.
