"I've put the food here, have it early and rest early." After saying this, Ye Qiu returned to her room, leaving Jiang Cheng alone, still silently standing there.
For the next few days, Ye Qiu and Jiang Cheng were still not talking, but Jiang Cheng quietly ate everything she brought back.
On the 20th of August, that night's snack was different—there was a small cream cake topped with a strawberry, and once again there was a note that hadn't appeared since the first day with just four words: Happy Birthday!
Jiang Cheng's heart suddenly tightened, his gaze intensely fixed towards the direction of Ye Qiu's room. How did she know?
At this moment, he also realized that this was the first time someone had celebrated his birthday in so many years; even his eldest brother never wished him a happy birthday.
He couldn't help but think back to what Ye Qiu had said that day. Was his elder brother truly kind to him? Otherwise, why wouldn't he even know his birthday?
