"Does his smile mean he's not angry anymore?"
Or is it just the calm before the storm...
Thinking of the latter possibility, Meimei's spine instantaneously felt cold.
Her small mouth was tightly pursed, not knowing how to answer him without provoking his anger.
"Speak." Dan Tingye seeing her silent, pinched her delicate chin with his long fingers, his deep and magnetic voice like coaxing a child.
"I guessed myself." Meimei bit her lip, weakly speaking.
Her eyes dared not meet his.
"Do you know what day it is?" Dan Tingye asked again.
His voice was calm, just like when he tutored her, low and exceptionally pleasant.
The familiar feeling made Meimei relax all at once, obediently nodding.
"My birthday."
As she spoke, not only did Dan Tingye's body stiffen, but she herself was stunned, hesitated for a few seconds, and couldn't help but ask.
"Why is it my birthday?"
