The night was deep and quiet, with a half-moon hanging outside the window.
Brother Nan had recently finished her bath. She was wearing a blue knitted camisole made of very little material. She leaned against the headboard playing with her phone, waiting for her hair to dry. The lamplight cast a delicate, ivory glow on her ample, snow-white skin, making it somewhat dazzling.
"What's the date today?"
"The tenth."
"When's your birthday again?"
"The sixteenth."
"Ah, it's coming up soon." Brother Nan slapped her head. "My memory is terrible! I can't even remember that, and it's the day right after that old custom."
"It's not a big deal."
"Exactly, I feel the same way." Brother Nan was glad Zhou Li felt the same way. "So, do you want any gifts?"
"No."
