A birthday meal, abundant yet peaceful.
It could be considered the most serene and comfortable birthday Lu Changchuan has had in years.
After a night of restful adjustment, the next morning, Star drove Lu Changchuan and Ye Wan to the airport.
"Don't worry, I'm the type who eats anything, except for losses or grievances. I'll take good care of myself!"
Star looked at Lu Changchuan with a smile, "As for you, the esteemed Ninth Master Lu, it's not just in the Imperial City, but even in outer space, no one dares to provoke you, so I have little advice to offer. Still, there's one thing..."
As if pondering for a long while, Star took a gentle breath and lowered her gaze, "Next time you see Gu Qichen, tell him don't wait, don't look! We... let's let go of ourselves and each other, and from now onward, may each of us find peace in our own lives."
"Old Gu, he..."
"Changchuan, don't speak!"
