At this moment, faced with Li Xueyou's dimples.
Sima Duyi didn't speak, but his eyes, half-closed as if not fully awake, stared intently at her smiling face, momentarily captivated.
To Sima Duyi's staring at her face, Li Xueyou was accustomed, yet she still sighed softly in her heart.
The dimpled girl quietly hid away her dimples.
Sima Duyi came back to his senses, his smile seemingly deeper as he shook his head, "No need to thank me, this is an early birthday gift for you, it's only a few days away."
"Oh, Duyi brother, you actually remembered."
"How could I forget?"
Li Xueyou's eyes curved, but suddenly, tilting her head back, she slowly bowed it down, whispering sorrowfully:
"My dad forgot, last time I went back, no matter how I hinted, he couldn't catch on, he doesn't remember."
Upon hearing this, Sima Duyi lifted his eyelids.
He wanted to speak but chose not to point out the obvious reason.
