That summer, twelve-year-old Yang Yangyang had bombed her final exams and went with her family to a banquet at the Ming residence.
Under her mother's pressure,
she drew a deep breath and loudly, clearly wished the old master of the Ming family a happy birthday.
All the friends and relatives around her applauded.
Yang Yangyang, unlucky in the exam hall but a hit at the dinner table, suddenly caught sight of a striking, handsome boy sitting beside the old master, smiling at her with his chin in his hand.
Yang Yangyang froze.
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Ming Zhi knew that the first time he met Yang Yangyang was when he was sixteen,
at the banquet for his grandfather's seventieth birthday.
He'd been taught from childhood not to speak at the table or in bed, and to always speak gently and kindly.
But after repeatedly making sure that the little person who had wished his grandfather a happy birthday in a voice like a bell, and sounded even more like a dutiful Ming family descendant than he did when she shouted, really was a girl,
he still couldn't help laughing.
Theme: This world is so beautiful that it is worth fighting for
