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"What is this?" Jiang Wen gestured at her with his hand.
"Can't you tell?" Feng Ning lifted her chin proudly and said, "Heroine Feng just finished a marathon!"
Jiang Wen feigned anger and teased, "I thought the heroine was going to run a championship for me as a gift."
She laughed while catching her breath, "Big brother, those are all professional runners. I'm just a high school girl! You're thinking too much."
Jiang Wen was infected by her joy and spread his hands, "You said you would personally deliver my birthday gift?"
"I already gave it to you."
"What?"
Feng Ning smirked, took a big gulp of water, wiped her mouth, and declared, "The spirit of the marathon! Never give up in life; perseverance is victory. I ran this for you today. So, how about it? Are you touched?"
Jiang Wen replied, "Not really."
Feng Ning tossed the empty water bottle into the trash can, reached behind her back, and tore off the race number. "Here, this is for you."
Jiang Wen took it and froze.
It was a square piece of fabric printed with four numbers: 1118.
—His birthday.
Feng Ning signed her name with a staff member and retrieved her bag. She pulled out a thin blanket and draped it over herself, wiping off her sweat. She glanced at him lightly and said, "So, how about this gift? It's quite sincere, right? I spent over three hours finishing it."
Looking at the person so close to him, Jiang Wen's breath caught. "Thank you."
"No need for formalities. Alright, let's go."
Feng Ning's words trailed off as she lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the hand that Jiang Wen was holding.
The person pulling her clearly lacked confidence, their grip light as if they would let go with just a gentle tug from her.
Even without seeing, Feng Ning could imagine Jiang Wen's current expression. Though he was obviously nervous, his face remained frozen like ice.
Feng Ning chuckled inwardly, moving her fingers slightly, causing Jiang Wen's arm to stiffen. She tightened her grip on him, and he came to a halt.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with teasing amusement.
"You..."
Feng Ning made a face, scrunching her lips and nose. "What about me?"
Jiang Wen paused for a moment, tightening his fingers again. "We..."
"Shh, shh, shh."
After all this time spent together, though neither had spoken it aloud, the air was thick with unspoken feelings.
They were as innocent as high school students, hand in hand, slowly making their way through the bustling crowd.
"Where to now?" Jiang Wen asked, looking ahead and avoiding Feng Ning's gaze.
"Back to my place, how about that?"
"Oh, whatever you want."
The bus arrived, and Feng Ning pulled her hand away.
Jiang Wen felt the emptiness in his palm, a mix of confusion and annoyance. "What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" Feng Ning replied as she took coins out of her pocket. "I need to pay."
After tossing in the coins, Feng Ning took the initiative to grasp Jiang Wen's hand again, pulling him along as they walked back.
He sat down in the back, their clasped hands too close together, hanging in between them. Feng Ning's hand was small, and Jiang Wen could easily envelop it with his fingers.
As the bus started moving, they remained silent, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other.
"Jiang Wen, are you nervous? Your palms are all sweaty," she said with a smile, tilting her head.
He stubbornly replied, "That's your sweat."
*
Feng Ning led Jiang Wen into the kitchen again.
However, he was already a familiar face here; putting on an apron, he showed no signs of resistance.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to make you a cake!" Feng Ning exclaimed as she pulled flour, eggs, and milk from the fridge. "Let me show you what a manual egg white whisk is all about."
She was serious about her work, completely immersed in her own world. Jiang Wen watched intently from the side, his heart feeling as if it were softening in water.
In the meantime, Xi Gaoyuan called. "Hey, where are you? Everyone's waiting for you."
Jiang Wen stood in the yard talking on the phone, unperturbed. "I can't make it today. You guys have fun; just put it on my tab."
Big Yellow Dog recognized him and happily circled around his feet.
On the other end, Xi Gaoyuan was getting a bit annoyed and raised his voice. "What the hell? It's your birthday today! You're leaving us hanging? What are you up to?" After shouting for a while, he suddenly quieted down and suspiciously asked, "You’re not with Feng Ning, are you?"
Zhao Binlin was more aware of the situation; he snatched the phone and directly said, "Where are you and Feng Ning? I'll come pick you up."
"Get lost." Jiang Wen rejected him without a second thought. "You guys go have fun; don’t bother me."
"....."
Feng Ning bent down, focusing intently as she piped cream to create patterns. She glanced at him and asked, "What's up?"
"Nothing," Jiang Wen replied casually, silencing his phone.
He stepped closer and noticed that she had nearly finished decorating the cake. Jiang Wen's expression changed in an instant.
There was a familiar Chibi Little Peacock, drunkenly leaning against a large bottle, its tail fanned out and a tiny crown perched atop its head.
Feng Ning set the piping bag aside. "Alright, all done!"
Jiang Wen stared at the cake she had made with her own hands, momentarily lost in thought.
Feng Ning went to the sink to wash her hands. "What's wrong?"
"You remember."
She shot him a glance and smiled. "Of course I remember. It was the apology note I wrote you when we first met."
Feng Ning squatted down to find some thin candles, inserting them into the cake before lighting them with a lighter.
Jiang Wen said, "Ever since I met you, my life has been a complete mess."
A Big Yellow Dog sauntered in through the door and lazily lay down. Feng Ning stood up to face him.
With her hands behind her back, she tilted her head slightly. "Alright, little prince, stop complaining and close your precious eyes."
Jiang Wen felt a flutter in his heart and obediently shut his eyes.
Perhaps due to the tension, even his breathing seemed a bit off.
After a long pause without any movement, he opened his eyes to find Feng Ning looking at him with playful mockery. She laughed and said, "What? Did you think I was going to kiss you?"
Jiang Wen felt the weight of the moment, his throat tightening. He paused for a few seconds before lowering his voice, "Why do you want me to close my eyes?"
"Well," Feng Ning said, nodding toward the cake, "make a wish and blow out the candles." She stood beside him, watching as he extinguished the flames, her curiosity piqued. "What did you wish for? You seemed so sincere."
Jiang Wen maintained his earnest expression. "If I tell you, it won't come true."
She encouraged him, "It's okay to tell me."
"I want..." he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.
Feng Ning leaned in closer, straining to hear. "What do you want? Speak up."
Jiang Wen's eyes darted around, finally settling elsewhere.
As if gathering his resolve, he leaned in and pressed his lips lightly against hers for just a moment.
It was a fleeting touch.
Feng Ning didn't pull away; in fact, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
In that instant, his heart raced uncontrollably. He spoke awkwardly, "Um, I want you to be a little nicer to me."
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