Liang Chen stopped, and turned around.
"Happy birthday."
Liang Chen's face was a bit surprized. He looked up at Jing Haohao.
By the light, the woman's facial features glowed gently. Her eyes were calm and peaceful, she looked straight into his eyes, and once again slowly spoke: "Liang Chen, happy birthday."
At the moment her words fell, one loop of the seconds hand on the watch on Liang Chen's wrist was just completed. A new day had officially started.
Only six simple words.
Liang Chen, happy birthday.
Yet, he felt his heart instantly filled with indescribable astonishment.
He looked at Jing Haohao, and after a long pause, his lips slowly curled into a dazzling smile. He nodded, saying, "Thank you."
Jing Haohao looked at him, not saying anything, only slightly curving her lips. Then she raised her hand and closed the door of the ward.
