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Jiang Che never mentioned his birthday to Su Qinghe, and even when his good friend Wang Kai asked him how he wanted to spend his birthday, he just casually replied, "We'll talk about it later."

He himself doesn't care much about such things, yet Su Qinghe remembers the lunar calendar perfectly?

When Su Qinghe was asked this question, she involuntarily slowed down, put her hands behind her back, and her expression flickered under the streetlights.

"Well... it's what I secretly watched before."

"Sneaking a peek? What are you looking at?"

"Your ID card."

Su Qinghe finally confessed.

"One time you went to bed really early, and when I went to the living room to get a drink of water, I saw your wallet on the coffee table... and then I... just casually flipped through it..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, until she was almost speaking in a whisper.

"After writing it down, I even went online to look up the lunar calendar conversion table and saved your Gregorian and Lunar birthdays in my phone's notes app, and set a reminder."

Jiang Che was somewhat confused. "A reminder?"

"Hmm...it has three layers."

"Three layers?" Jiang Che repeated, still puzzled by Su Qinghe's actions. "What do you mean by three layers of reminders?"

Su Qinghe seemed to think that this question didn't need an explanation, but she still carefully stretched out her hand and counted on her fingers one by one for him.

"The first thing is to remind me to prepare a gift a month in advance."

"Because you definitely need to pick out a good gift in advance, what if you can't buy it later?"

The little finger bent down.

"For the second layer, they reminded me a week in advance to practice making cakes."

"Although I don't know how to do it now, I'll definitely have learned it by then. Practice a week in advance so you won't mess it up on your birthday."

The ring finger also bent down.

"The third floor is..."

As she said this, Su Qinghe glanced at Jiang Che from the side, her voice becoming very soft.

"At midnight that day, you reminded me to be the first person to wish you a happy birthday."

The middle finger also bent down.

With three fingers neatly folded in her palm, Su Qinghe looked up at Jiang Che, her eyes filled with cautious anticipation.

It's as if she's asking him—what do you think of what I've done?

Jiang Che looked at her.

The warm yellow light from the streetlights shone down from above, casting a small, dappled shadow on her eyelashes.

She tilted her head slightly, her vision completely filled with him.

He didn't speak immediately.

It's not that I don't want to talk, it's that I don't know what to say.

A vivid image suddenly flashed through his mind—Su Qinghe tiptoed into the living room after he fell asleep, opened his wallet, took out his ID card, and then, using the light from her phone screen, carefully copied the information onto her notes.

After copying it down, he wasn't satisfied. He then opened his browser and searched for "converting the Gregorian calendar to the Lunar calendar," carefully entered the correct date, and set three alarms.

Then put the ID card back as it was, closed the wallet, and pretended that nothing had happened before quietly going back to bed.

...Would anyone actually do that?

Jiang Che remained silent for about two seconds.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Su Qinghe thought that her act of secretly going through his wallet had angered him, and a sense of unease welled up in her heart.

"Um... I didn't mean to snoop on your privacy... I just wanted to remember your birthday... Don't be angry..."

Su Qinghe spoke cautiously while secretly glancing at Jiang Che's expression, mentally preparing herself for a scolding.

Jiang Che simply shook his head slightly. "I'm not angry."

"real?"

"real."

Jiang Che turned his head to look at her, a faint smile on his lips. "My own girlfriend wants to know my birthday, what's there to be angry about?"

Su Qinghe's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, patted her chest, and her expression changed from anxiety to relief at surviving a disaster.

But then, her eyes lit up again.

She quickened her pace, turned to face Jiang Che, put her hands behind her back, leaned slightly forward, and asked in a tone that was both expectant and slightly nervous:

"So... Ah Che, do you know what my birthday is?"

When she asked this question, she was actually prepared that Jiang Che didn't know.

After all, she had never brought this up with Jiang Che.

We've been living together for over six months and have talked about many, many things, but the topic of "birthdays" always seems to be skipped.

She thought that Jiang Che probably didn't know.

But if he doesn't know, then I can take this opportunity to tell him, and then use a little coquetry to make him remember—that would be nice too.

As Su Qinghe was making these plans in her mind, she suddenly heard Jiang Che's reply: "March 14th in the Gregorian calendar, February 3rd in the lunar calendar."

Su Qinghe paused, staring blankly at him, her mouth slightly open, momentarily forgetting to reply.

Then Jiang Che spoke again: "You weighed 6.2 pounds when you were born, at 3:07 AM in Lincheng Central Hospital."

After saying that, he finally turned his head and glanced at Su Qinghe, who was completely frozen in place. "What's wrong?"

Su Qinghe was completely stunned.

It was as if a string in her mind had been suddenly plucked, and a buzzing, trembling sound lingered for several seconds before slowly subsiding.

She knew the date as March 14th in the Gregorian calendar.

She knew it was the third day of the second lunar month.

but--

Six pounds and two ounces? 3:07 AM?

She herself didn't know any of this.

From childhood to adulthood, she has never checked her birth weight or exact birth time.

After the family's misfortune, she had no way of accessing those early records and files.

But Jiang Che... how did he know?

Su Qinghe finally snapped out of her daze and asked in a slightly strained voice, "How...how did you know all this?"

Jiang Che couldn't help but laugh at her incredulous expression. "You have an ID card, too. In the second month after you moved in, you forgot your ID card bag on the coffee table, and I just glanced at it."

"So you were peeking too!" Su Qinghe subconsciously seized on this key point.

"Yeah, we're in the same boat."

Su Qinghe stared at him for two seconds, but quickly realized another more crucial problem—the ID card did not contain information such as birth weight and specific time.

"What about the 6.2 jin and 3:07 AM? Those can't be written on the ID card."

Jiang Che slightly raised his chin. "Well... I had my sister help me look it up later."

"Sister Yu Ning?"

"Yes, she has a friend at the hospital who helped her access your birth record."

"The records at Lincheng Central Hospital are quite complete; they include the date of birth, time of birth, weight, and the name of the attending physician."