"But four years... that's so long..." Tianxin sniffed, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him.
"So what if it's four years, I'm not going anywhere." Chen Yiran extended a slender hand, gently wiped the tear from her face with his finger, then leaned over and left a kiss on her soft cheek, saying, "My birthday is in two months, have you thought about what to give me yet?"
"Hmm??" Tianxin looked up at him, her gaze serious, then shook her head, saying, "I haven't thought about it yet..."
"Then you should think about it, remember to surprise me." Chen Yiran pinched her cheek with his hand, thought for a moment, then continued, "Don't give me another pen. Don't you know that giving a pen means saying goodbye?"
"Uh... I didn't know..." Tianxin was startled for a moment, then, as if remembering something, looked at him in surprise and asked, "You knew those pens were from me??"
