As a traveler from another plane, Fang Qi looked back and remembered that he had felt quite uncomfortable with this world's culture and way of thinking, which were totally different from that of Earth.
The poem 'All alone in a foreign land, I am twice as homesick on holidays" was probably written in a similar setting.
However, just as they said, he had come a long way here. Looking ahead, he didn't have to worry that he would have no friends.
Hearing the warm cheers, he looked dumbfoundedly at the big cake pushed over by Dong Qingli in the Jiuhua City Shop, and he asked, "Oh, you guys said… Whose birthday is it?"
They looked at him in bafflement, "Isn't it yours!"
"My…? No…" Mr. Fang froze. "My birthday is…"
He suddenly froze in the middle of the sentence. "It seems that today is indeed my birthday…"
"What do you mean by it seems?!"
"It is, alright?"
"You are too busy to think clearly!"
