He was sitting cross-legged, turning his head to gaze dazedly at the lake.
"Little Nian?" Lin Xingshi tilted her head.
She remembered that when the Little Nian Beast took human form as a child, there was a tuft of differently colored hair on its forehead, seemingly replacing that cluster of purplish-red flames.
"Who else?" The Little Nian Beast turned back to look into her eyes.
"You're only now wishing me a happy birthday?" Lin Xingshi thought for a moment, then asked.
Her thoughts were still a bit chaotic, and her brain was trying its best to sort out those fragmented images.
The Little Nian Beast tilted his head, "Indeed, it's late, and your birthday doesn't seem happy at all..."
He paused: "But, here, this is your birthday gift." Saying so, he handed Lin Xingshi a bouquet of forget-me-nots that he picked from the mountain.
"Did you save me?" Lin Xingshi looked down at the bouquet and asked softly. She vaguely remembered some hazy images.
"Yes."
