The folding fan landed on her head—not painful, but enough to wake her up.
Lord Wuling looked at Jiang Qingyu with an amused expression. "Have you forgotten your own birthday?"
Jiang Qingyu rubbed her slightly reddened forehead and nodded sheepishly. It had been a year since she left the mountain, though it felt as if it had only been a moment. Between all the hustle and bustle, she had truly forgotten.
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