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The entire venue was empty, the place was filled with Si Wan's favorite white roses, the cute doll balloons were still floating in the air, with light pink muslin wrapped around the seats on both sides and the green grass underneath the seats, giving off a faint smell of fresh grass.

It was as if he was in nature.

What was he doing? He was just shooting an advertisement, yet he had actually set it up so lifelike. The key point was that he had definitely overspent on it.

No wonder Little Yu called him so urgently. Who allowed them to do this?

The air instantly turned cold and Si Wan's gaze felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave at the Arctic Mountain Range, and everything within her reach was instantly sealed in ice.

He picked up his phone and called Little Yu.

He called three times, but no one answered. What was going on?

In terms of work, Si Wan definitely could not allow any mistakes to occur.

Instead, he called the director of the filming crew.

The director was in the middle of filming the exterior scenes, and the commercial did not arrange for the interior scenes to be filmed.

At this time, Si Wan was like someone who had just awakened in the middle of a desert. At a glance, other than sand, there wasn't even a single direction left for him.

Just as Si Wan turned around and was about to leave.

"Crack! Crack!" The sound of the cannon firing almost scared her to the point of flying out of her soul.

On the giant LED display, four large words appeared, "Happy Birthday!"

Si Wan stood in the middle of the path as if she had been pointed at an acupoint.

As the Happy Birthday Song was slowly being sung, Gong Siming slowly walked over while pushing a large cake on the tenth floor.

She was dressed in a black evening dress and a white shirt, with a pure white rose in front of her chest.

"Wanwan, happy birthday!"

The innate aura of a king caused everyone to hold their breath and listen quietly.

The music continued, and everyone listened to what Gong Siming said seriously.

"From now on, I wish you a carefree life!"

As he held Si Wan's hand, he gave her a gentle kiss which burned Si Wan's heart.

Si Wan, who was expressionless, had tears dripping down her face like pearls with broken strings.

He reached out to catch the tears that were dripping down and gently kissed the tears on her cheeks before pulling Si Wan into her embrace.

Gong Siming whispered in her ear.

"Didn't we say that we'd laugh in the future!"

Like a puppet, following Gong Siming and acting as he pleased was just like today's scenery. The dream of the fairytale was unreal.

"Your injury?"

Si Wan, who was somewhat numb and at a loss, subconsciously asked.

"No problem!"

Hearing that Si Wan was so concerned about him, Gong Siming's mood became even better.

Many people were applauding and cheering. Obviously, they did not understand the love and hatred between Si Wan and Gong Siming.

He followed the trend blindly, but he didn't know what the meaning of his actions were.

Si Wan did not like this kind of situation, and even somewhat rejected it. The higher one stood, the harder one would fall, this was a principle she had always been clear on.

What's more, right now, he was like an exhibit for others to view.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well. I'll go back first!"

Not seeing the sadness on Gong Siming's face, Si Wan turned and dashed out of the venue.

This was the first time Gong Siming had meticulously prepared for a girl's birthday and he ended up in such a sorry state.

For a moment, the world-shaking Gong Siming actually did not know how to resolve this.

Actually, he didn't need to finish.

Throwing the storage ring on his finger, Gong Siming

Then, he followed Si Wan out.

Such an occasion indeed made people uncomfortable. It was as if they were putting on an act. Only the exterior was empty, and their souls were devoid of anything.

Little Yu, who was originally sleepwalking in a fairy tale, was stupefied as she watched the two of them run away.

This shouldn't be the end of things!

Usually, girls especially like all kinds of cartoon patterns, like fairy tales.

Last night, when Gong Siming called her, she had made this suggestion immediately.

He had put in so much effort and created such a scene just to make Si Wan happy.

The others were moved to tears, but the protagonists and protagonists ran away!

Everyone stood in their original positions. Without Gong Siming's instructions, no one dared to leave on their own accord.

He chased Si Wan all the way out of the hotel.

With a stumble, Si Wan almost bumped into the bicycle that was approaching him, and pulled Si Wan into her embrace.

"Are you alright?"

They looked at each other and spoke in unison.

A brilliant smile appeared on his grave face. Under the illumination of the sun, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of golden sand, emitting dazzling rays of light.

"I'm fine."

They bumped into each other again, smiled at each other, and stopped talking.

Her slender fingers pointed at Gong Siming who was hugging her, and her face instantly became cold again.

He slowly let go of the girl in his arms.

"You don't like it!"

Gong Siming looked at Si Wan with a solemn gaze.

A helpless smile appeared on his face. Which girl would not like such a wonderful surprise?

However, it did not belong to him. He did not want to seek the happiness of the moment and instead wanted to leave a deeper pain for himself.

The fairy tales are all lies, aren't they?

Although she could dream, Si Wan had always distinguished between reality and fantasy.

"Actually, I don't like it either."

As he held Si Wan's hand, a faint chill spread from his fingertip to his entire body, causing the scorching summer in which he was fretting to instantly become cozy and cheerful.

Why didn't I realize before that Gong Siming's hands were so cold?

Legend has it that the people who are cold are angels who have fallen into the mundane world for love. They endured the erosion of the cold poison of the glaciers and went through the torment of the lightning in the sea of fire. In the end, they were stripped of their Angel Wings and turned into ice-cold people.

If he found it, he would be able to spend the rest of his life blissfully.

If they missed it, they would live a miserable, lonely life.

He didn't know if Gong Siming was one of them.

"Go where you want to play. I'll accompany you. You have the final say today."

It was a calm and ice-cold voice, but it had a certain charm to it that made Si Wan feel that it was very warm, even more pleasant to listen to than those sweet words.

The two of them walked side by side, the sunlight shining on their bodies made their shadows look like golden cloaks, fluttering as they walked.

A warm breeze blew past her hair, causing her slightly messy hair to flutter in the wind. Her slender fingers passed through her hair, gently combing it from the roots to the ends, as if she had a massage, causing her to feel refreshed.

Silently walking along the ancient architectural road, looking at the gothic buildings standing in front of him, but the jagged buildings, unexpectedly harmonious, to the aesthetic.

What kind of supernatural work did it take to create such a special existence?

Tightly clasping his fingers, he wandered aimlessly, admiring the scenery along the way, discovering a different kind of beauty.

This feeling was even more intoxicating and irresistible than any fairy tale.

The night was like a ghost that quietly invaded, soundless and unguarded.

He sat comfortably on the beach, listening to the surging music produced by the waves, allowing the waves to wet his pants.

"Happy birthday, Wanwan!"

Was it the voice of an angel?