Very gentlemanly, Yang Fan smiled and turned around.

Unexpectedly, the first thing that caught his eye was a large group of roses, very similar to the legendary 99 roses. Yang Fan stood there stunned.

"I only send one person in my life. Fortunately, the air transport can catch up in time." Song Bai approached the young man and put the flower in his arms. Because it was too fresh, there were still small drops of water on the flower. Song Bai looked at Yang Fan and touched his cheek. He said softly: "Happy birthday, Fanfan, today is your birthday."

Yang Fan opened his mouth to show surprise. He looked down at the flowers and then at Song Bai. When he lowered his head again, half of his face was hidden in the flowers. The hair that had just covered his ears fell into the flowers again, and he closed his eyes. Trying to suppress the sourness failed, the eyes were wet and he couldn't see the man clearly.

Song Bai saw that his eyes were red, and he was either crying or laughing, and then said with a kind of depressed surprise: "It turns out that today is my birthday."

Song Bai only heard the sound of tears rolling into the flowers. He hugged Yang Fan from the side and carefully wiped away his tears: "I didn't find out what flowers you like. I didn't know you when I bought roses." Like it or not."

Yang Fan sniffled and bowed his head, sobbing and not speaking.

"Fanfan, happy birthday."

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