Xiaren's hands were very slender and jade-like in their fairness, adorably petite.
Qiao Xiaren felt the warmth, looking into those deep, mysterious eyes. Inside them was a gentleness brighter than the stars this evening; different from the usual aloofness and indifference that kept others at bay.
A smile danced across the corner of his lips. Si Limo, with a gentle face, said, "Happy Birthday, Ranran. From now on, I want to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday every year."
Why did these four words that came out of his mouth, carry an unusual warmth? The tranquil night sky dazzled with stars. The surrounding atmosphere was very peaceful.
A sudden sense of dizziness overcame Qiao Xiaren as she looked at this man, so incredibly charismatic in front of her that she was left somewhat stupefied. She could hear his suppressed laughter gently whispered in her ear.
A playful glint was in his eyes as he laughed so hard; his whole chest was shaking.
