In He Jing's room.
"Brother Tao, do you want this treadmill?"
He Jing looked at Jiang Tao, a bit puzzled.
She had used this treadmill a couple of years ago during the mask period while taking online classes at home.
Now it had long become a multifunctional storage rack for shoe boxes and clothes.
Jiang Tao laughed, "Yes, since you're just letting it sit around, I'll take it back and make some use of it."
He Jing held Jiang Tao's arm and sweetly smiled:
"It hasn't been used in ages. I don't even know if it works. If you want, I'll buy you a new one."
Jiang Tao insisted, "This is the one. After all, it's something my dear Jingjing used. Every time I work out with it, it feels like I'm working out with you."
"Brother Tao, you... okay, if you really want it, then it's yours."
After hearing Jiang Tao's words, He Jing understood that Jiang Tao had a deeper emotional attachment to the treadmill, which made her feel sweet inside.
