While speaking, she pouted her lips, "I really don't know if I should celebrate or mourn this day."
Gu Shaocheng, being an intelligent man, quickly understood her words, approximated the date, and deduced her meaning from these subtle hints.
Five hundred days since coming of age?
Or an anniversary…
What a novel idea she came up with.
Gu Shaocheng lightly smiled, watching her face express a mix of resentment and joy. He felt both helpless and amused.
His carefully planned night had definitely been disrupted. In her mind, she had come up with such a far-fetched misunderstanding. He didn't know whether to call her naive or... "You are really sharp-witted!"
Chenxing was confused: "Huh? What do you mean?"
"Figure it out yourself!" Gu Shaocheng said, laughing silently.
3/(5÷2) = 1.2
A little over one point...
You fool!
Chenxing pursed her lips. Did Gu Shaocheng say she was quick? Quick at what? Building tents?
