"This was a gift I gave to your sister, how come it's in your hands?"
The sentence carried far, heard clearly by everyone.
No one expected him to say that.
Song Qingyun's eyebrows twitched, and she re-evaluated Shen Ye.
——Even she hadn't anticipated those words!
Shen Ye, however, seemed to have found his rhythm and continued, "Back then, I always thought your sister was prettier than you, so I made this card for her."
"I didn't expect you to still be jealous of her."
"Otherwise, why would you burn my greeting card?"
He stepped forward, placing the damaged greeting card in Song Yinchen's hands.
Song Yinchen pursed her lips, her voice hoarse as she spoke:
"Are you sure this was for me and not for my older sister, or both me and my sister?"
Her voice was shaky, making the sentence sound somewhat odd, as if imbued with a kind of magic, like a kind of incantation.
The Skeleton's voice suddenly rang out:
