Unlike her past life, where she had been helpless and at the mercy of others, this life belonged to her.
She finally had something she could call her own.
Her gaze shifted back to Mr. Crow, and she smiled lightly. "By the way, when is your birthday?"
Mr. Crow blinked, startled. "Why do you want to know?"
"I genuinely want to," Lana replied. "You're far more advanced than a normal crow. Surely you know your own birthday."
He frowned, thinking hard. "It should be sometime in winter. I don't remember the exact date."
Lana raised an eyebrow. It was already November, and December was approaching.
'So, his birthday must be in December,' she concluded. A quiet decision formed in her heart.
She would celebrate it. After all, this crow had brought more humor and warmth into her life than she realized.
As the scenery outside drifted past her eyes, they soon arrived at her mansion. The moment she stepped inside, she froze. Lucian was sitting in the living room.
