Chapter 87: Unexpectedly, She Still Remembers...

Thinking of this, her expression froze.

"The meteorological bureau predicts heavy snow tonight. Miss Lin, you should wake up tomorrow to see a vast stretch of white," Zhou Bei said, eyes on his phone's forecast as he spoke to Lin Nanxun.

Upon hearing this, Lin Nanxun grew delighted, then seemed to recall something. She lifted her gaze to Shen Hanzhi, speaking joyfully.

"Bad boy, shall we build a snowman together tomorrow?"

Suddenly, she wished deeply to share precious memories with him.

Build a snowman?

Hearing her suggestion, Shen Hanzhi frowned slightly, instinctively refusing.

"I don't have time for such pointless things."

He had neither the time nor the interest for activities he found meaningless and a waste of time.

"Oh..." Lin Nanxun’s face fell at his reply.

But soon, her beautiful, clear features regained their smile. "Then let's hurry home," she said, turning toward the car.

"I truly hope Miss Lin can always be this happy," Zhou Bei sighed, watching her retreating figure.

Although the boss only spent a little time skateboarding with her today, it was obvious her mood was exceptionally good, and her smile came from deep within.

Miss Lin’s smile possessed a quiet, infectious warmth—perhaps because it was so lovely, seeing her smile often made his own work lighter, less dull and stifling than before.

Hearing Zhou Bei’s words, Shen Hanzhi glanced at him, his eyes growing darker.

...

Night fell.

Lin Nanxun, freshly bathed and dressed in a soft, plush nightgown, watched the snow falling ever heavier outside her window, a gentle smile on her lips. She slipped something from her down jacket pocket into her nightgown pocket and stepped out of her room.

She went downstairs, took the cake she had bought earlier that evening, and carried it upstairs to Shen Hanzhi’s door.

Having come so often, she opened the door out of habit.

Shen Hanzhi was reclining on the sofa, reading emails on his phone. Hearing the door open, he didn’t so much as lift his eyelids.

He seemed perfectly accustomed to her presence.

"Bad boy," Lin Nanxun said, setting the cake down on the table beside the sofa.

Only then did Shen Hanzhi put down his phone and look at her.

"I don’t like cake," he said, frowning at the dessert on the table.

Overly sweet foods didn’t suit his taste.

Hearing his dislike, Lin Nanxun paused, thinking for a moment before speaking.

"Then... make a wish."

There’s only one birthday each year—how could he miss the chance to make a wish?

Her words made Shen Hanzhi’s handsome face momentarily startled.

Today was his birthday...

He had been busy all day, and spent the evening searching for her; he’d completely forgotten the occasion.

He hadn’t expected her to remember...

So, her request for cake tonight was because of this?

Thinking it over, Shen Hanzhi’s gaze softened.

By now, Lin Nanxun had opened the cake box, unpacked the candle that came with it, and pressed it into the cake. She took the lighter she’d brought from downstairs and lit the candle.

Only the desk lamp was on; the room was dim. As the candle’s glow spread, Lin Nanxun’s face, leaning over the table, was illuminated—crystal clear and radiant...