Pei Huai's expression was slightly startled, his Adam's apple moving clearly.
The girl smiled in front of him. That smile was more dazzling than ever.
Birthday…
December 9th…
The tone she used when she suggested delaying the date of their marriage, and the deep meaning she had when she asked him what day it was last night. He was momentarily stunned before he broke into laughter.
By the time he finally reacted, everyone else in the room had become a backdrop…
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It was fine if Pei Huai did not remember his birthday, but he had even forgotten about Pei Qingshen's.
However, Du Meilan remembered. At 10 o'clock in the morning, she returned with the cake she had ordered.
Therefore, she knew from the start why Su Ji had postponed the signing.
Pei Qingshen listened to the lute in the living room with his eyes closed. He placed both hands on his walking stick, and the armrest of the walking stick was polished by him.
