LUO YAN froze. Shen Ji Yun's words hit him like a freight train. Their first anniversary. That was what had been nagging at the back of his head. He knew he had forgotten something important, but he hadn't realized it was this important. Guilt flooded through him. He had completely forgotten about their anniversary. Sure, the actual date was tomorrow, but that didn't change the fact that it had slipped his mind entirely.
"I'm sorry, Brother Ji Yun, I forgot," he said, the words tumbling out. "I do have a gift, I bought it last week, I just didn't think—the actual date is tomorrow, so in my head I filed it for tomorrow, you know? I didn't think you'd want to celebrate today, so I left it at home, but I promise I'll give it to you tomorrow, I swear—" He stopped himself, took a breath, and tried to slow down. "I'm sorry. I really am."
