Ayase Origami nodded silently, then took out a pair of gloves from her sleeve and handed them to him.
"A birthday gift," she said.
"When did you buy it?" Xia Pingzhou raised an eyebrow and looked at the black, plush gloves.
"When I went out with Jack."
"Why gloves?"
"She said that your group mark is tattooed on the back of your hand and can easily be seen, so it's better to buy you a pair of gloves," Ayase Origami said. "Don't you like them?"
"Although my birthday has passed, I'll reluctantly accept them, thank you," Xia Pingzhou said as he took the gloves and put them into his coat pocket.
After finishing their late-night snack, they hailed a cab outside the sukiyaki restaurant. After a while, the yellow taxi stopped quietly along the long street, and the driver unlocked the door.
