Ning Qing sighed and opened the card.
"Qing Qing, I'm very happy to be able to witness another year of your growth. It's my fortune to know you.
Perhaps you weren't born for me, but I'm fortunate enough to be by your side.
Qingqing, Happy Birthday."
Ning Qing's mother felt goosebumps all over her body.
"Tsk tsk, look, if this isn't a confession, what is it?"
Ning Qing had gotten used to her mother's nagging these past two days. She quickly packed up her things, got up, and went into her room.
She remembered something. Gu nanzhi had told her that the gift he had given her was in her room.
Ning Qing looked around and found a box and a letter in the drawer of the desk.
She didn't think much of it and opened the envelope first.
On the White letter, the man's handwriting was just like him, scribbled and flamboyant, not too good-looking.
"Ning, Happy Birthday.
