Jiang Shengyan stood before her grandmother's front house, taking a deep breath. The October breeze carried a hint of chill, stirring the loose strands of hair at her temples.
Glancing down at her phone, she noted it was exactly ten o'clock—neither too early nor too late to arrive for a birthday celebration.
"Yanyan, hold onto the gift properly," her mother, Sheng Yue, gently reminded her, handing her a beautifully wrapped gift box.
Chapter 19