The next morning, Fu Yisheng drew back the curtains.
The snow had stopped, and the sunlight bathed everything outside brightly and beautifully.
The Christmas tree that hadn't been taken down in the courtyard basked in it, looking even more lush and vigorous, full of vitality.
With the blue sky and white clouds, the scene was picturesque.
"What perfect weather! My dear wife, look, the heavens even sent the warm sun to wish you a happy birthday," said Fu Yisheng as he turned around to speak to Lu Qingqing, the soft light making his handsome features stand out even more.
Upon hearing this, Lu Qingqing's smile blossomed like a flower, "That's why I'm so happy, thanks to the Sun."
"You're not thanking your dear husband?"
"I'll thank you when I receive my birthday gift," Lu Qingqing cheekily replied, "Did you prepare a gift for me?"
"Of course!"
Fu Yisheng took out the birthday gift he had prepared for a long time.
