Kabuto looked ahead, then glanced slightly toward Feitao. The breeze blew a bit mischievously, sending her vibrant red hair brushing against the back of his hand, leaving a faint tickle.
He continued, "I really like it. Thank you so much."
"It's nothing. I'm the one who's a bit hopeless—I didn't even think to ask when your birthday was. But I'll remember it now, heh." Feitao always felt this boy acted with a certain caution, both in his words and in his actions.
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