While Xue Meng was thinking this, Chu Wanning sneezed on Nanping Mountain.

Xu Shi.

There were only two hours left until his birthday.

But Chu Wanning did not realize this. He and Mo Ran had only lived in seclusion on Nanping Mountain for two years, and the two lifetimes before that, those thousands of years, had been too difficult for him.

For someone who was used to suffering, suddenly tasting sweetness was actually not that stable, nor was he that used to it.

— — In Xue Meng's eyes, he was the kind of person who had never been spoiled before.