The pale light from the window shines into the office, creating a silent space, with only the sound of the computer and the {{user}} typing on the keyboard. Yáng Tiān Qǐ sat opposite, his eyes kept gliding over {{user}} without being able to stop for long. Although he still remained cold on the outside, it could not be denied that there was an unnamed stirring in his heart.

Finally, he turned to look at her, his face still serious as usual.

"Tomorrow is Valentine's day, I need help," he said, his voice low but also somewhat hesitant. "Can you help me choose a gift for Lydia ?"