"He wished me a happy birthday, but I had to trick him into saying it."
Gu Yusheng's face gradually twisted into a scowl. Other than his mother when she was still alive, he had only wished a "happy birthday" to one girl in his lifetime.
That girl was little troublemaker, and he had said this to her on Liang Doukou's birthday.
So I was the one whom Qin Zhi'ai had loved for eight years…
His heart and lungs seemed to have come to a complete standstill.
Gu Yusheng stared hard at this sentence and silently read it over and over, as if he couldn't comprehend what it had meant. He turned on his computer, searched for Liang Doukou's personal information on the internet, and confirmed on an entertainment website that her birthday was one day apart from Qin Zhi'ai's birthday.
