There was a fresh fragrance of flowers at the tip of her nose, and in front of her was a familiar person that she had not seen for a long time.
"I thought…" Murong Qiao's voice was a little hoarse.
She saw Huo Yichen standing in front of her and sniffled uncontrollably.
Huo Yichen's eyes were as dark as stars, and the fine light in them seemed to be flickering. He looked at her red face and smiled.
He lowered his eyes and focused only on her. "What?"
I thought you were so busy that you forgot that today is my birthday.
The loneliness that had yet to fade was washed away by the joy in her heart. Murong Qiao placed her fingers in front of her face to hide her loss of composure.
"How could I forget?" Huo Yichen was helpless as a faint smile appeared on his lips.
He reached out and ruffled Murong Qiao's hair. "Happy birthday."
