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Thank you! With them, I have never been the kind to be polite and then refuse. After accepting the bicycle, I went to Yu Xia and almost coquettishly reached out my right hand, "Where's my gift?"

Ah, Yu Xia! You fouled! You actually touched the head of my dearest Xiao Subei! No, no, I also want to touch Subei's head, and not only that, I want to hug him too. As she spoke, Sheng Yinuo circled around and opened her arms in front of me.

Is there anything else different?

Go away! I reached out and blocked him, not allowing him to come any closer to me.

Previously, I didn't have any obsession with celebrating birthdays.

When did the relationship between Yu Xia and I start to undergo subtle changes? Was it from the appearance of Yan Anyan? Was it from some afternoon that I am unaware of? Or was it from that morning when only he and Sheng Yinuo knew what had happened?

In my sight, there is only Yu Xia at this moment. I look at him, holding back the tremble in my voice, and ask again, "Where is the gift?"

Perhaps I have never noticed, perhaps I have long been aware, that one morning, there was a deliberate hidden sadness in the eyes of the three of us, just unwilling to admit it.

Yu Xia took a step forward, touched my head, and whispered to me, "Subei, happy birthday."

Sheng Yino was shouting loudly behind me: "Subei! You heartless person! I gave you such a big gift, but you didn't even give me a kiss. Instead, you went around my gift to find Yu Xia. Oh, my poor heart hurts so much!"

Yu Xia's warm and magnetic voice, like the warmest breeze of this season, instantly surrounds me, and all the lost and melancholic feelings dissipate because of this simple sentence.

Su Bei, I hope that in the future, on every birthday of yours, I will be by your side.

A sentence that allows me to see, perhaps in the days to come, if the two of us can walk together side by side, it would make me feel happy and fulfilled.

Upon careful listening, this sentence seems to have no ambiguity, but for me, I don't know why, there is always a sense of promise.

So, in this year, when Sheng Yinuo pushed a bicycle with a dozen colorful balloons tied to the back seat, and there were colorful flags with "Happy Birthday, Subei" written on them, I would be happy as usual, but I would also think that this year is just like many past birthdays, nothing special.

What kind of expression will Yu Xia have on her birthday, until she starts looking forward to it?

So, on this ordinary day, because of the anticipation, it became different.

With the new bicycle, there was no reason to sit behind Yu Xia anymore. Thinking about it made my chest feel empty and disappointed.

After Yu Xia finished speaking, he slowly moved his hand away from the top of my head. When he was about to let go and step back, I grabbed his sleeve, tears welling up in my eyes, unable to speak.

Getting such a casual blessing, to say that I am not disappointed would be false. I lower my eyes, trying to make myself look indifferent.

I raised my hand, pretending my nose was itchy. While rubbing it with my hand, I lifted my arm and used my sleeve to wipe away the tears that were about to fall. When I put my arm down again, I had already put on a bright smile: "Just a pat on the head is enough to be a birthday gift? No way! There must be a big cake at least."

At this moment, a sentence came to my ears.

Yu Xia stood behind him, smiling and watching everything as usual.

I don't care about gifts, I just hope to feel that he values me.

Another possibility is that, as Yu Xia said this year, we will spend every day together in the future.

Those restless little thoughts in the heart, like a sponge, slowly start to expand because they are filled with too much hope...

Eighteen years old, destined to be a turning point.

The sadness between me and Yu Xia has become blurred because of Sheng Yino's interference, as if it had never happened.

No need for fancy and exquisite gifts, nor grand and romantic scenes, just a simple sentence.

If you ask me what the difference is between my birthday and a regular day, I would say that in the morning, my mom prepares a more abundant breakfast. Shen Yino gave me a gift, Yu Xia gave me a bicycle. Other than that, I still have to attend classes, the teacher still takes attendance, and I still can't help but fall asleep in the political economy class, then be woken up by Xu Shihan, wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth, and drowsily welcoming the roll call for the next class.

I have celebrated many birthdays with them, received many birthday gifts from them, including my favorite yo-yo, a house model made by Sheng Yino staying up late, and a bracelet polished by Yu Xia herself...

He smiled and raised his hand to ruffle my hair, saying, "I'm sorry, I forgot to prepare a gift for you."