That date, he had already etched it firmly in his mind.
Yin Qianze’s slender fingertips danced across the screen, but he casually replied with a few words: [Happy birthday to sumr0707. This Weibo post hit the trending list several days ago.]
Oh... is that so?
Qianze saw it on Weibo?
Xiyan: [How’s life in Arica? Did you manage to win over the girl you like?!]
Yin Qianze: [Every day is busy. Though exhausting, it feels fulfilling.]
Before Xiyan could respond, another ssage from Yin Qianze ca in: [How have you been lately?]
[Pretty good, and also, thank you for the package! The gift was so creative; I super love it (#^.^#)]
Seeing the emoji at the end, Yin Qianze smiled.
It’s good that you like it.
It’s good if you’re happy.
-
After finishing her chat with Qianze, her phone rang again just monts later.
It was Mu Zeyu’s voice ssage: "Sumr, tomorrow is your birthday. I’ve cleared all my schedules for you. Go ahead and enjoy your day."
Xiyan pressed the voice talk button: "Thank you, Zeyu-ge, love you!"
In the group chat with An Ran and Ruge, they were also frantically tagging Xiyan.
Ruge: Hahahahahaha, I’m already at the airport ready to fly back. Wait for , okay?
For so reason, the better everyone treated her,
The more people wished her a happy birthday,
The greater the sense of emptiness in Xiyan’s heart grew.
Because it ford a stark contrast with Ou Jue’s attitude.
The birthday even trended on social dia. Could it really be that Ou Jue didn’t know...?
Sigh, well, that makes sense. He never checks Weibo.
The phone suddenly rang again.
This ti, it was Ou Jue!
Seeing this, Xiyan imdiately sat up.
Wait, why am I so excited?
I’m still angry!
Xiyan pouted and only picked up the call after seven or eight rings. "Hello?!"
Her tone was decidedly unfriendly.
On the other end ca Ou Jue’s familiar voice, deep and alluring, "What are you doing?"
"Lying idly on my bed, dead boring unlike you, Mr. Ou the busy man."
His voice grew even lower. "Still angry with ?"
"..." Ha.
"It’s been busy here," Ou Jue’s voice was hoarse, "but no matter how hectic, you’re all I can think about."
For so reason, hearing this made Xiyan’s nose sting a little.
She lowered her head, fiddling with the tiny fabric ball on her pajamas, still holding onto a glimr of hope.
Ou Jue was always reserved, more inclined to act than speak.
Maybe he knew everything after all?
"Hey." Xiyan spoke with a deliberately light tone, "How’s Ms. Susan doing? When will you return to China? No pressure, I know Ms. Susan is very important to the Ou Family; I was just asking casually."
Ou Jue’s voice sank further, "She’s having surgery tomorrow. The earliest I can return is next week."
Next week...
Xiyan couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointnt. "I hope her surgery goes well."
"Silly girl."
Still unwilling to give up, Xiyan clenched her phone. "Tomorrow..."
Ou Jue was leaning against the hospital corridor, the warm orange glow of the sunset outlining his sharply defined features.
His always-cold eyes softened imperceptibly, only when speaking to the girl on the other end of the call.
"Tomorrow is your birthday."
Xiyan froze.
Ou Jue rembered, he rembered.
But his next words felt like they abruptly slamd her soaring heart right back into the ground.
"It’s really busy here; I can’t make it back. I’ll make it up to you when I return, okay?"
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