Today was a day Ming Ye had been planning carefully for weeks, and every single part of it revolved around Zi Han.
Yet when he entered her room that morning, leaning casually against the doorframe while watching her pack her books for school, she looked completely normal, calm, unbothered, like today carried no significance whatsoever.
For a moment, Ming Ye simply stared at her.
Then realization struck him.
She forgot.
The thought made him click his tongue softly in amusement.
Honestly, it suited her perfectly. Zi Han forgetting dates and special occasions was not unusual at all. Sometimes he genuinely felt like there was an older soul trapped inside her teenage body. The way she spoke, the way she thought, the way she constantly looked at situations with practicality, it all felt too mature for someone their age.
But strangely enough, he liked that. A relationship needed balance after all.
If Zi Han was the calm and mature one, then he could be the reckless and immature one.
