Xu Lin doesn't want one of those big cakes, something simple will do.
"It takes two hours to make the cake, let's find a flower shop in the meantime."
"Mm-hmm!"
Xu Lin drove to a nearby flower shop next and had the owner put together a bouquet of roses, nineteen flowers, neither too big nor too small, one for each year of her life.
"Here, happy birthday."
The moment Xu Lin took the roses from the shop owner, he immediately handed them to Rong Xiyan.
"Xu Lin, this isn't romantic at all. How can you be so straightforward?"
"Romantic, my foot! Just be happy you got flowers. What do you want, a big heart-shaped wreath?"
"That's not it, you should have said something like, 'Sister Rong Xiyan, happy birthday.'"
"Sister, huh? You'll know where you went wrong tonight."
"Anyway, I'm nineteen today, and you're eighteen. Your birthday's not until June, so I'm over a month older than you!"
