Birthday Present

Han Zhuoli's birthday passed by just like this, simple, cozy, and peaceful.

But this was the first time he'd tasted Lu Man's handmade longevity noodles. The two of them didn't even move to the dining table. They just squeezed at the narrow bar table, side by side.

Lu Man smiled sweetly at him.

The decorative light hanging above the bar table was glowing faintly yet warmly, surrounding the two of them in a warm glow.

Lu Man rested her chin cutely on her hand, grinning happily as she watched Han Zhuoli eat his noodles.

Han Zhuoli felt that this birthday was surprisingly even more heartwarming than any other more exciting ones he'd had in the past.

Under this faint light, it seemed like there was only him and Lu Man in this tiny world, and time seemed to slow down.

He remembered that Lu Man's birthday was on December 16. It was soon too.