Lin Wenyu smiled. "It's you?"
"It's me." His voice was even drier as if it had been rubbed hard by gravel. It was bitter and painful. "Happy birthday."
Lin Wenyu smiled and felt like crying. A second later, tears fell.
Yuan Haoyang panicked. "I'm sorry for ruining your birthday wish. Don't cry, don't cry."
He didn't know how to wipe her tears away. He was afraid that she would resist, and he was also afraid that it would be rude of him.
He was afraid that she would be angry and refuse to see him again.
His fingers opened and retracted in midair before clenching into a fist by his legs.
"I got someone to prepare a ticket for Guo Xintao's meet-and-greet. I'll bring you to him now. Don't cry. I'll bring you there immediately." Yuan Haoyang's lazy voice became serious. "No matter what your wish is, I'll fulfill it for you!"
Lin Wenyu cried and smiled. She suddenly understood something. "Idiot!"
