The moon-white robes fluttered, spreading out between heaven and earth, tracing a graceful arc. Nalan Jing sat cross-legged, placing the two jars of wine he had dug out on the snowy ground, then reached out to pull Mu Qianyue to sit down with him.
Just when Mu Qianyue thought he was about to open the wine jars, she saw him, like a magician, take a mink fur blanket out of his storage space, laying it on the snow. Then he produced a roast chicken and a plate of beef, placing them on the blanket. Finally, he took out a heart-shaped cake, with exquisite carvings, adorned with several small pink candles, and on it, written in cherry juice, were the words 'Hold your hand, and grow old with you'.
Mu Qianyue was utterly stunned on the spot, her eyes wide open, staring at the cake before her for a long time without being able to regain her senses.
"My lady, happy birthday."
