"Brother Shen..."
Yang Yunqiao suddenly called out softly, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness.
She lifted her head, her cheeks already tinged with a faint blush, like the newly bloomed peach blossoms on branches in April.
"Tomorrow is my birthday. There's a small banquet at home, I wonder if Brother Shen would honor us with your presence?"
Her bright eyes looked over, filled with cautious anticipation, as if sprinkled with starlight, yet carrying a unique bashfulness of a young girl.
Shen Xuan paused slightly.
The light in those eyes dimmed instantly due to his momentary hesitation, a trace of disappointment quietly crossed through.
He remembered how, over the past four years, the young girl before him always stayed quietly, managing affairs neatly without any errors.
That respect and sincerity were not pretentious.
Enough.
For the sake of indulging a young girl's heart.
"Alright. I will come."
Shen Xuan finally spoke, his tone gentle.
As he finished speaking.
