"On my 18th birthday, I took you to the beach, and you casually picked up a stone and gave it to me, saying it was my birthday gift." Ling Chuan handed her the stone, smiling strangely.
An Ziqing looked at the stone, feeling both pained and moved. "I used to be poor and couldn't afford nice things for you! Hey, why do you keep all these shabby things?"
"How could they be shabby! To me, they're the most precious gifts! Especially this stone!"
"What's up with this stone?"
Ling Chuan took a step forward, looking down at her, "Don't remember?"
He blew air into her ear, "On my 18th birthday, what did you give me?"
An Ziqing actually remembered, but looking at all these strange birthday gifts in the safe, he saved every single one.
She was genuinely moved.
"What was that! I'm a bit sleepy, going back to nap for a while..." An Ziqing hadn't walked away yet when Ling Chuan pulled her in.
