Tang Junhe's eyes flashed, but he didn't say anything.

Song Zhi stood up and stretched. "It's getting late. I'm going to the lounge to read for a while and then I'll rest. I'll leave these things with you for now. I'll split them in half tomorrow and we'll each have half."

"Wait." Tang Junhe called out to her.

"I see you're wearing a new watch. It's very beautiful."

"This?" Song Zhi raised his arm blankly, "This is a birthday present from Yin Ran."

Tang Junhe naturally knew that the beginning of next month was Song Zhi's birthday. When he heard that it was a gift from Yin Ran, he just took a closer look and didn't say much.

"What do you want for your birthday?"

Song Zhi shook his head. "I don't need anything. You don't need to give me a gift."

He gave her a gift, and she had to return the favor. She was very busy now and didn't want to spend any time on a man.

Tang Junhe looked at her deeply, then looked away after a while. His eyes became dull and filled with a hint of nostalgia.

He said faintly, "It seems that since that day, you have become much colder towards me."

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized which day he was talking about.

"It's normal. People grow up." Her tone was calm, and she continued to explain in the man's puzzled eyes.

"Just like when I was a kid I thought I liked playing the violin, but when I grew up I realized I actually didn't like playing the violin at all. It was just that adults thought I liked it, so I just followed their lead and learned."

Tang Junhe glanced sideways, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"So am I the violin from my childhood?"