Yu Jin blew out the candles, and the surroundings darkened again. He sat there like a puppet that suddenly lost its life.
Until Chuzheng handed him a box.
Yu Jin snapped back to reality, "What is this?"
Chuzheng's voice was emotionally detached, yet clear: "Birthday gift."
Birthday gift...
Yu Jin took the box and opened it.
Inside lay a star, crafted from a gem, emitting a faint glow even in the Night Color.
— I want a star.
Yu Jin's nose tingled, as if his heart was stuffed with cotton, unbearably uncomfortable, every nerve trembling with slight pain.
His remark was merely a tease to her.
Yet she found a way to bring it to him.
"Make do with it." Chuzheng assumed Yu Jin didn't like it, she also went through a lot of trouble!!
"I really like it." Yu Jin did his best to suppress the bitterness and tremor in his voice: "I... really like it."
Chuzheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good then."
If the little thing likes it, you have to get it for him.
