October 20, Xiao’s backyard.
Fu Wanyu looked at the young man on the roof and said, "I thought you wouldn't come."
"Today is your birthday, there's no way you won't come." Hudson Xiao just came out of Xiao Huaimin's study, with wet ink stains still on his face.
"How do I get down?"
Fu Wanyu opened her arms and said, "I'll take you."
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