Tang Xiaobai saw the situation had come to this and simply nodded generously: "I forgot."
"Forgot what?" he pressed.
"Your birthday gift," Tang Xiaobai honestly confessed.
She even forgot the birthday of her little ancestor, how could she remember the birthday gift?
He blinked and said softly, "I've seen you restless these past few days, guessing it's due to the stalemate in the battle, so I decided to end it today no matter what—" he paused, "to avoid you being heartless about celebrating my birthday."
Towards the end, his voice softened, sounding a bit aggrieved.
Tang Xiaobai awkwardly said, "Then I... compensate you in a few days?"
"After midnight, it won't be my birthday anymore," Li Mu said quietly.
Despite Tang Xiaobai's memory not being as good as these academic masters, she barely remembered that she had said this sentence before.
He even brought up words from eight hundred years ago to trap her, evidently her little ancestor had long been planning this.
