"Qinghan, you are still waiting." His tone was very calm, as if he was talking about something insignificant. Su Qinghan's lips moved, but they were too dry to make a sound. She looked at Lin Zixuan, and then at Xia Yiyi beside him, the girl who always held her arm and called "Sister Qinghan" sweetly. Xia Yiyi let go of Lin Zixuan's hand and took a step forward with a perfect, impeccable smile on her face. "Qinghan, happy birthday." She said, taking out a beautifully packaged box from her Hermès bag and placing it on the table. "Zixuan and I have something to announce in front of you." Her voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it was just enough for the guests at the surrounding tables to hear clearly. Su Qinghan's fingers were twisted together under the tablecloth, and her knuckles turned white from the exertion. She didn't look at the gift box, but just stared at Xia Yiyi's face. She wanted to find any trace of guilt or uneasiness in that familiar face.
