"Dong... Dong... Dong..." As Xin Yun tirelessly practiced the motions of pulling and swinging the axe, the midnight bells finally began to toll. Hearing the resounding chimes, Xin Yun finally snapped back to reality and turned to look, Yi Luo Xiang was watching him with a face full of tenderness, smiling sweetly.
Yi Luo Xiang wasn't angry about being ignored by Xin Yun. Although he'd been practicing for four to five hours, didn't that just show how much he loved the gift she gave him? She was too happy to be upset, why would she be angry?
When the bells sounded, Xin Yun suddenly remembered something. With a mysterious smile, he ran to the chest, opened the lid, and took out the colorful bracelet. Smiling, he presented it to Yi Luo Xiang and said, "Happy 8th birthday. This is your birthday gift."
Hearing Xin Yun's words, Yi Luo Xiang was shocked. Could it be her birthday today? Ever since she could remember, no one had ever celebrated her birthday, not once!
