After some time, Su Zhinian blinked his tired eyes and glanced at the wall clock. It was already 11.58 pm; another two more minutes and her birthday would be over.
Su Zhinian turned around to study the sleeping beauty. He closed his eyes gently as he lowered his head to press his lips on her forehead.
Do you… Do you know how much I want to be good to you? But I cannot; I dare not.
Su Zhinian's lips pressed to Song Qingchun's skin for quite some time before parting. "Tingting, happy birthday."
As he said that, the new day had arrived.
…
When Song Qingchun's eyes fluttered open, it was already daytime. The day was gloom with heavy fog; it looked like it was going to snow.
