She said such a long list in one breath, Lin Zhanhan obviously didn't understand, and Mingmo didn't expect him to understand-she just planned to say something casually to relieve Lin Zhanhan's nervousness.

That's right, Lin Zhanhan, who had just maintained his immortal aura in front of Zheng Xuefeng, finally stopped being tense after Old Man Zheng left.

His chest rose and fell sharply, and a layer of pink appeared on the original cold white skin, which was the result of the rapid flow of blood from the increased heart rate.

He almost thought that Zheng Xuefeng wouldn't want him just now.

His heart was not so strong that it was invincible, and for three months in a row, training on a silent ice rink with no support, no teaching, no opponents, and no help, how calm he looked, how much pain he endured in his heart.

Fortunately, he finally waited for Zheng Xuefeng.

Mingmo waited beside her for a while, and she heard Lin Zhanhan whisper, "This is my birthday gift to myself." ”

Mingmo was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, he saw Lin Zhanhan close his eyes slightly and exhale a white breath: "This time...... I'm finally not alone anymore. ”

Even if there is a long way ahead, he is confident that he will finish it, because he has a coach and a comrade-in-arms who fights side by side.

In the silver light reflected from the ice surface, Lin Zhanhan heard the girl next to him say, "You are not alone." ”

Mingmo folded his coat and put it on the ice, then sat down: "I don't come to see you very often. ”

Lin Zhanhan was stunned.

"If you want, you can also ask Xiao Ren Yuxin and them to come and see." Mingmo shrugged, "They're going to be killed by you......"

Lin Zhanhan didn't hear what she said later, only the previous sentence kept echoing in his mind.

She's right.

For three months, he was not alone.

He had to think about something more, and Mingmo suddenly reacted consciously: "Eh, what did you just say?" It's your birthday present to yourself – what's your birthday? ”

Lin Zhanhan reported a date.

Mingmo blinked his eyes, and then exclaimed, "Isn't that tomorrow!" Oh my god, you're so calm—what are you going to do? ”

High school students' birthdays are nothing more than a few ways, either with their parents, or invite their classmates who have a good time to dinner.

Lin Zhanhan opened his eyes and looked at Mingmo, who suddenly got stuck.

She reacted - Lin Zhanhan probably didn't plan to pass it.

With his relationship with his parents and stepparents, it is estimated that the number of ways for family reunions will not work, and he has only been here for three months, and he is not familiar with his classmates at all.

Maybe today is his birthday celebration with himself, no cake, no candles, the ice rink is the venue, the figure skating performance is the party, and Zheng Xuefeng's recognition is a gift.

This is Lin Zhanhan's seventeenth birthday.

Wait a minute......

Mingmo suddenly realizes one thing - she is the only guest.

Lin Zhanhan didn't celebrate his birthday alone, he invited Mingmo - probably in his heart, the only friend in China, right?

To have such an important position in Lin Shangxian's heart, as a mortal, Mingmo is of course very honored...... It's an honor and a little sad at the same time.

Seventeen years old, the seventeen-year-old who likes to be described most in youth novels, should have had endless summers of soda and a group of friends who will never part, and is the last romantic time before adulthood - just skating on the ice rink so hastily is a celebration?