Mo Xingjuan left to go upstairs and was leaving behind Tang Hu. It was five minutes, which made Tang Hu feel like five hours...or five days...or five decades...or five centuries or anything that could be beyond that time. Every single second seemed to be torture for him to wait. His mind was working on all of the possibilities of gifts which Mo Xingjuan could give him. He really couldn't think of a single thing as she had never given him a single clue in all of this time. He even thought she forgot about his birthday until now!
He was thinking about what his reaction should be and he kept telling himself that he would accept whatever she had prepared. He would not hurt her feelings even if he wouldn't like it. However, that possibility would be zero percent because whatever she did, he liked it and that would go for the future also.
