Fearing that Pei Yiting might really do something drastic, Xia Yueqing dared not move recklessly, nor was she willing to engage with him further.
She fell silent, but in doing so, completely ignored Pei Yiting.
Looking at Xia Yueqing in this state, Pei Yiting felt a heaviness in his heart, and could only hold her tightly to convince himself that he hadn't lost her.
This woman had long penetrated to his very core, so how could he possibly let her go? Let her leave?
Yet her heart was so ruthless, did the feelings of more than a year mean nothing at all?
Sensing her face buried in his back, Xia Yueqing's whole body stiffened like a stone.
But in the end, Pei Yiting did nothing more.
Only then did her heart slowly settle down.
"Happy Birthday."
Just as she was lying awake waiting for dawn, a soft sigh and hoarse blessing came from behind her.
Xia Yueqing's heart felt as if it was gripped by an invisible hand.
Happy Birthday...
