March 19th is her birthday.

Luo Qingman's fingers tensed as she held the phone, and her heart suddenly started beating faster.

She turned off the screen of her phone and returned it. "No need. Since it's encrypted, I won't read it."

She seemed to understand and fell into his trap. But she was not ready for a relationship at this moment.

She was not ready to deal with a crush on someone she had had for at least five years. She knew that he might like her, but Luo Qingman had never thought that he had been secretly in love with her for so long.

Yan Huaiqing felt a little disappointed, but he quickly calmed down and took the phone. "Okay, if you change your mind, you can always contact me."

I've waited for six years, so what's wrong with waiting a little longer now?

Luo Qingman didn't respond and turned to look at the street scene outside.

Their voices were not loud. Jiang Rang and Qiao Xian, who were sitting in the front, were also chatting, so when they heard the intermittent conversation in the back, they looked at each other and looked back.

One of them looked outside and ignored everyone, while the other one kept his head down and said nothing.

"Did you have a fight?" Qiao Xian asked.

Jiang Rang shook his head, "It doesn't look like it."

The car began to become quiet until we reached our destination.

The latter part was filmed at around seven o'clock. It gets dark early in winter and it's cold at night.

Yan Huaiqing put his coat on Luo Qingman's shoulders and asked, "Are you cold?"

"A little bit." She held her collar and got into the car.

Yan Huaiqing sat beside her, meeting her gaze, his fingertips falling on the buttons of her coat.

She just lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yan Huaiqing buttoned up his clothes with a smile, "Sister Qingman, the director is treating us tonight, will we leave after dinner? You can just change your clothes in the bathroom in the box."

"Um."

Jiang Rang bent over and got into the car, handing Yan Huaiqing a bag, "Brother Yan, here are the things you wanted me to buy."

Yan Huaiqing nodded, put the bag aside, took a hand warmer from the table and handed it to Luo Qingman, "Warm your hands."

Luo Qingman reached in and said, "Thank you."

After thinking for a while, she asked, "When did you get to know me unilaterally?"

"When I was seventeen, my sister went shopping in a mall and asked me to carry something for her. That's when I saw you for the first time on the big screen in the mall."

"At that time, you appeared in front of me as Shen Ying. I stood in the mall and watched the trailer of "An Guo Ce" many times."

Luo Qingman's eyelashes trembled slightly, which meant that he had been secretly in love with her for more than five or six years.

The phone vibrated. Luo Qingman took a look, replied to the message, and looked back at him. "I want to make a video call. Do you mind if I put the call on hold?"

"No problem."

Luo Qingman clicked on the video call and the other party picked up the call soon.

"Aunt, are you off work?"

"Well, it's down. Has Xiaochuan eaten yet?"

"I've already eaten. Mom said you'll be a little late getting off work tonight. Are you tired, auntie?"

“A little bit.”

"Then I'll give you a shoulder massage when you get home."

"Good boy."

"Aunt, have you eaten?"

"Just about to go eat. Is Ogawa alone in the room?"

"Yes, I want to have a private conversation with my aunt and not tell my parents."

"So what do you want to tell your aunt in private?"

"My mom bought me some chocolate today. I hid it and will give it all to you when you get home." The little guy saw the half face next to Luo Qingman and asked, "Auntie, is there anyone next to you? Who are you with?"

Luo Qingman tilted the phone towards the person next to her, "Does Xiaochuan still recognize him?"

The kid opposite stared at him for a while and said, "I recognize him. It's Uncle Yan."