She accused Song Mian sobbingly, "How am I supposed to eat it when you made my cake like this?"
Song Mian, who was always ready, found himself in a dilemma for the first time. He had only thought about Yun Xiangxiang's preference and the cake's meaning to her. The matter of consuming it slipped his mind.
Song Mian sought out skilled masters for tutelage just for this cake. It took him a long time before being able to do it.
Even he would come across a time when he was not thoughtful enough. Song Mian immediately waved away the awkwardness away by pushing the bonsai he brought to Yun Xiangxiang, "This is my birthday gift for you."
There were still tears in Yun Xiangxiang's eyes. She gazed at Song Mian for a while before slowly taking off the cover of the bonsai.
It was a blooming lotus. Its petals were completely white, save for the edges, which was in violet. The lotus' fragrance was gentle and calming.
