First, Chen Yiran was taken aback, then a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
Next, he extended a slender, fair finger, gently poking the doll in front of him. He turned his head, casting a puzzled look at Tianxin, and asked, "Is this the birthday gift you're giving me?"
"Yes, do you like it?" Tianxin looked at him with an excited expression.
But... the expression on Chen Yiran's face... didn't seem all that thrilled...
Chen Yiran turned again, scrutinizing the doll for a long moment before turning back to Tianxin.
"What... what's wrong?" The temperature around Tianxin seemed to drop precipitously, and for reasons she couldn't place, the look Chen Yiran was giving her was downright ominous.
Chen Yiran took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and firmly grabbed Tianxin's delicate wrist. Struggling to remain calm, he asked her, "Why would you give me this?"
"Huh?" Tianxin looked at him with a puzzled face, responding with a confused, "It's a birthday gift..."
