The next morning, Mi Shen, as usual, shouldered her backpack and left the house.
Leng Ying was already waiting at the door.
"Miss Fifth," Leng Ying nodded respectfully.
"Brother Leng Ying," Mi Shen seemed to be in a good mood today, sweetly calling out and extending her hand, "Here, this is for you."
Leng Ying was startled for a moment, looked down instinctively, and in the tender white hand stretched out to him, there was a delicate greeting card.
"Did you forget?" Mi Shen blinked her big eyes, "Today is your birthday."
She was wearing a school uniform, her round face brimming with a smile in the warm morning sunlight, full of youthful vibrancy.
Leng Ying looked at her and for a moment was somewhat mesmerized.
Suddenly feeling a cold shiver creeping up his spine, he hurriedly lowered his gaze and accepted the card with restrained and swift movements, "Thank you."