Yan Xixi hung up the phone. A moment later, she suddenly recalled that today was Xiaojue's birthday. I've been so out of it all day, I completely forgot! I wanted to get a last-minute present, but it's too late now.
After work, she hurriedly rushed to the restaurant.
Upon entering, she found the private room already filled with laughter and conversation. Both Huang Xiaojue's parents were there. Her heart sank, and she stopped in her tracks, feeling as if weighed down by an immense burden.
A beautifully decorated cake was already on the table, obviously prepared by Huang's mother.
Huang Xiaojue spotted her at once and stood up with a wide smile. "Xixi, come sit down! We were just waiting for you." He had taken off his overcoat, and around his neck was a scarf—the very one Yan Xixi had knitted for him.
