Lin Gantang had no thoughts about celebrating her birthday, nor did she like to hold birthday parties. She spent her birthday like most people.
Wen Yanqing sent a message, "Are you really not coming out?"
"I'm just walking around for a meal. I'm not doing anything."
Lin Gantang looked at it. "So you were thinking of doing something before?
"You broke the skin on my lips. Where can I go? I don't even dare to take off my mask now!"
The wound on Lin Gantang's lips had scabbed over, but it hadn't fallen off, nor could she pick it off, and she couldn't cover it up even with lipstick.
Every time she looked in the mirror, she wanted to drag Wen Yanqing out for a beating.
The other party did not say anything else. Lin Gantang suspected that Wen Yanqing felt guilty and did not dare to reply to her, so she turned around to talk to Qian Ruoxi.
