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Feeling the warmth on her forehead, Xia Yeshuang's anger suddenly dissipated by a few degrees.

She turned her head in confusion.

A fragrant scent filled the air.

A bouquet of red roses appeared in front of her.

The next second.

Another bouquet of small daisies appeared in front of her.

Lu Xing held two bouquets of flowers in his hands and said with some conflict.

"Roses are very fragrant, but the flower language of small daisies is eternal happiness."

"I couldn't choose, so I just got them all!"

"I wish you a happy cake-day every day!"

(TL: A pun. 糕糕兴兴 (gāogāo xìngxìng - happy cake-day) sounds like 高高兴兴 (gāogāo xìngxìng - very happy).)

The words "roses are tacky" that Xia Yeshuang was about to say suddenly got stuck in her throat.

Happy every day?

That's really... a simple and sincere wish.

Yesterday was her birthday. Everyone wished her to be more beautiful and prettier.

Only Lu Xing said he hoped she would always be happy.

That's true.

How could others think that the glamorous Young Miss Xia would be unhappy?

Smelling the fragrance of the flowers, the unhappiness in Xia Yeshuang's heart suddenly disappeared.

But!

This did not mean that she could forgive Lu Xing for not coming to her birthday party!

Xia Yeshuang organized her words, opened her mouth, and said.

"Do you thi..."

Lu Xing directly cut her off. "Do you think you can just give me two bouquets of flowers so that I'll forgive you?"

Xia Yeshuang: ???

Uh.

What to do? The words suddenly got stuck.

She opened her mouth.

Lu Xing continued to speak quickly.

"Do you think you can make me laugh and I'll forgive you? It's not my birthday today. What's the use of you wishing me well today?"

Xia Yeshuang was furious.

Lu Xing had said all the words she was going to say. What could she say now?

Xia Yeshuang turned her head and walked away in a huff.

Lu Xing immediately followed beside her and said cheekily.

"So annoying. Stop copying what I say. Stay away from me!"

"I told you not to copy me. You're still copying, you're still copying!!!"

Xia Yeshuang was really about to explode with anger.

He was saying her lines!

So angry, so angry!

The little bit of happiness Xia Yeshuang had just now all vanished. She snatched the two bouquets of flowers from Lu Xing's hand, turned her head, and walked out of the piano room.

"Sister Xia."

"What!"

Xia Yeshuang turned her head back angrily but suddenly froze.

Lu Xing had his schoolbag on his front. He unzipped it and carefully took out a transparent box from inside.

Inside were a number of cute little wooden figures, all with smiles on their faces.

In the middle of the little wooden figures, a bird with its wings spread, as if about to fly, was suspended at the top of the box. All the little wooden figures were looking at it.

Lu Xing said with some guilt.

"I'm sorry. It took too long to make this."

Make?

(SHMOLL: I got goosebumps lol)

Xia Yeshuang was shocked. "You made this yourself?"

Lu Xing nodded.

After he found out that his grandpa knew wood carving, he had observed his grandpa's techniques and learned it himself.

Usually, when Lu Xing was under a lot of pressure, he would unconsciously do wood carving. When the little figures on the wood carving smiled, he would also smile.

This time, he had picked some of his past works and assembled them into a single piece.

Lu Xing gently shook the box. The bird suspended inside seemed to be on the verge of flying out at any moment.

Xia Yeshuang stared at the wood carving nervously, so nervous that she walked to Lu Xing's side with her hands and feet moving in unison.

She reached out her hand, wanting to touch the box.

Lu Xing said softly.

"You are not a thorn bird, and never will be."

Xia Yeshuang looked up at Lu Xing's face in a daze.

Lu Xing's expression was incredibly sincere.

"In my heart, you are always the freest bird, always soaring in the vastest sky."

Xia Yeshuang was stunned.

Her gaze was fixed on the little wooden bird.

It wasn't made of gold.

But it was more precious than gold.

Xia Yeshuang gritted her teeth, forcing herself not to cry out directly.

She held back the tears that were about to fall from her eyes, subconsciously lowered her gaze, and suddenly saw the hand hanging by Lu Xing's side.

It was wrapped in a bandage.

Xia Yeshuang was suddenly taken aback.

Wood carving requires so many sharp tools. It should be... very dangerous, right?

No wonder.

No wonder Lu Xing didn't come last night.

So it was...

He was injured?

(SHMOLL: He is like those AI trial offers. Once you have a taste of it you have to pay after the trial. Aiyaah-)

Xia Yeshuang's heart trembled violently. Tears no longer under her control fell down.

When she opened her mouth, it was with a thick, choked voice.

"How could you... how could you, how could you be like this?"

Why did you have to wish her to be happy!

Why did you have to make these wood carvings for her!

Why did you have to be so thoughtful for her!

Clear teardrops fell on the petals of the flowers Xia Yeshuang was holding, and the flowers seemed to have been revitalized.

"Don't cry."

Lu Xing stood in front of Xia Yeshuang, gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and said slowly.

"I want you to be happy. I don't want you to cry."

"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have made this."

"Don't you dare!"

Tears were still hanging on Xia Yeshuang's cheeks, but she protectively held the wooden box on the table behind her like a mother protecting her cub.

A helpless smile appeared on Lu Xing's face.

But in his heart, he let out a long sigh of relief.

I got away with it.

As expected of me!

The two of them could finally sit down and have a proper conversation.

No.

It was only Lu Xing speaking, Xia Yeshuang seemingly was in a trance, not listening.

Xia Yeshuang's soul was completely absorbed by those wood carvings. She liked them so much, she wished she could just hold them in her arms.

Suddenly.

Lu Xing's talking mouth stopped.

He looked at Xia Yeshuang staring intently at the little wooden bird, a happy smile on her face.

Why did he suddenly have the feeling of a neglected concubine in a cold palace?

An illusion!

Definitely an illusion!

"You like it that much?" Lu Xing stopped talking to himself, propped up his chin, and looked at Xia Yeshuang with a smile in his squinted eyes.

Xia Yeshuang had just cried. Her eyes were red, like a little lion drenched in the rain.

But at this moment.

The little lion's eyes were full of happiness.

Xia Yeshuang snorted and gave Lu Xing a delicate glare. "If I just like it, I just like it! It's none of your business!"

Hmm?

Lu Xing was surprised.

He had thought Xia Yeshuang would say, "It's just so-so."

He hadn't expected her to directly admit that she liked it.

Lu Xing chuckled. He found that this Xia Yeshuang really liked these little things.

Xia Yeshuang said happily.

"I've never seen these things before, and no one has ever made them for me."

Lu Xing asked, "Then what did you play with when you were a child?"

Xia Yeshuang thought for a moment. "Gold bars, gems, and..."

"Stop!"

Lu Xing glanced outside the window.

"What posture do I need to land in to be reincarnated into your family?"

Xia Yeshuang gave Lu Xing a sideways glance.

"I don't want to be your sister!"

Lu Xing raised an eyebrow and teased with a smile, "Then being brother and sister is also fine. I'm not picky. You can call me big brother too."

(TL: This is a Chinese culture thing, the "big brother" he is talking about is not the family kind, hard to explain without being lengthy.)

Xia Yeshuang blurted out, "I don't want you to be my big brother either! I want you to be..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

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