They knew Xue Huiyi was very busy. Every time it was their birthday, they would receive a gift from her follower, with the constant excuse that Xue Huiyi remembered their birthday, but was too busy to prepare the gift personally.
But they understood that Xue Huiyi didn't bother to care about such things. All her social interactions were so perfunctory and terrible. The grace that a rich lady should display was nowhere to be seen on her.
Perhaps it was the common ailment of a young lady, only willing to maintain superficial friendships.
Xue Huiyi opened her mouth, but the words "I'm sorry" wouldn't come out. After all, it wasn't her fault that they didn't inform her about the birthday. "I forgot. I have some worries. I'll go out now, so as not to disturb your birthday."
Not a word about "Happy Birthday." Her roommates pursed their lips, "There it is again, as though her birthday is the only one that matters."
