Figuring Out a Birthday

In the afternoon, the weather was pleasant, with countless white clouds overhead.

Fern wore a light purple patterned dress, the hem of which swayed gently like ripples dancing, and she wore a pair of gleaming white leather shoes, which made her figure appear even more graceful.

She raised her hand and gently knocked on Dugu Qing's door to express her gratitude for Dugu Qing help in finding the kitten that morning and to invite Dugu Qing for a walk.

Dugu Qing found Fern to be very polite and couldn't bear to refuse him.

The two walked side by side, strolling along the street, picking out their favorite snacks.

Mercury Pudding, donuts, strawberry sundae, tiramisu, cumin lamb skewers...

Dugu Qing enjoyed the delicious food, a relaxed and carefree expression spreading across his face. The dangers he had faced along the way seemed insignificant.

Fern gazed quietly at Dugu Qing, a warm feeling spreading through her heart. She felt that this companionship was enough to make everything perfect.

Fortune telling! Fortune telling! Friends passing by, don't miss it!

A short, elderly woman sat on a crystal ball suspended in mid-air, holding a fortune-telling flag in her hand. In front of her was a stall with a pile of tarot cards.

Some idle young people were attracted and gathered around the stall, paying for consultations, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Oh right, I don't even know my own birthday!"

Dugu Qing suddenly remembered that he had wanted to ask Serie for a magic spell to let people know their birthdays, but it was probably too trivial, and he forgot about it once he arrived in the Magic City.

Now perhaps we can ask this fortune teller to calculate our birthday.

Let's go take a look!

Dugu Qing took Fern's hand and pushed through the crowd.

Frieren, the familiar figure of Stark, stood in front of the stall, catching everyone's eye.

Frieren waved to Dugu Qing, then glanced at Fern in surprise, who was dressed in formal attire, "What's going on here?"

"Dugu Qing helped me find the kitten, so I have to treat you."

Fern blushed slightly, her palms felt hot, like she was meeting her boyfriend's parents for the first time on a date.

Try to maintain good posture and appear relaxed.

"Oh, I see! This fortune teller is very accurate. I asked her to calculate my birthday, and she actually got it right. It seems she really does know magic."

Frieren didn't think much of it and enthusiastically introduced the fortune teller.

Dugu Qing's hesitation vanished, and looking at the old woman, she spoke expectantly.

Grandma, can you tell me my birthday?

The fortune teller glanced at Dugu Qing, astonished by her striking good looks, and nodded slightly.

Five copper coins.

Dugu Qing left in a hurry without taking a penny with him, so he could only look up at Fern with a pleading look in his eyes.

Fern's heart softened, and she immediately took out her wallet and paid the bill decisively.

The fortune teller closed her eyes and chanted obscure and strange incantations. A Magic Circle with flowing green light slowly rose from the ground in front of her.

The image of Dugu Qing was reflected in the Magic Circle, and the wheel symbolizing the year, month, and day slowly turned.

A moment later, the fortune teller received her answer and calmly revealed the result.

According to the Wheel of Fate calculation, your birthday should be November 1st.

Dugu Qing finally celebrated her birthday, and excitedly hugged Stark beside her.

"Great! Don't forget my birthday present next year. Next year, I'm going to celebrate all the birthdays I've never had before at once—I'll order a super huge cake and treat the whole city to it."

"How terrifying!"

Stark was nearly crushed by Dugu Qing's domineering power and hurriedly retreated to create distance between himself and Dugu Qing.

Fern kept mentioning November 1st, feeling it really suited Dugu Qing perfectly!

He appears aloof but is resolute at heart. He is a loner, otherworldly and extraordinary, like a sharp, peerless divine weapon, transcending worldly affairs.

If it weren't for my and Frieren's sincere invitation, Dugu Qing might have really lived in the forest forever!

"Sigh! Now that I know it's Dugu Qing's birthday, I'm going to have to spend a fortune again next year. I'm so sad!"

As the older sister, Frieren has already spent a lot of money preparing for Fern Stark's birthday, and now with Dugu Qing added to the mix, her wallet can't handle it!

The New Year is almost here, but it'll be another year before your birthday!

Stark raised his voice, loudly reminding Dugu Qing beside him.

Although the temperature was pleasant, he hadn't forgotten that it was already December 15th, and the New Year was just around the corner.

"It's always good to prepare in advance!"

Dugu Qing was overjoyed, and Fern was as happy as if she had eaten honey.

She stood beside Dugu Qing, acting as his mouth Dugu Qing, protecting him like a mother.

Stark was defeated by Fern. He closed his eyes, pouted, and stood with his hands on his hips, clearly unconvinced.

"Frieren, you've always hosted birthday parties, and you still don't know when your birthday is?"

Dugu Qing turned his head and his gaze gently fell on Frieren, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.

He had wanted to ask this question for several years.

The reason he didn't speak was because he didn't know his own birthday. Asking Frieren's birthday would only highlight his helplessness and increase his loneliness.

Now that Dugu Qing knows her birthday, she can finally speak confidently and openly.

Frieren was deeply moved by the care shown to her; her blue eyes softened, and a gentle smile touched her lips.

My birthday is September 27th, I'm Libra!

Libras are known for their gentleness, quietness, and delicate thoughts.

Frieren was Libra, which didn't surprise anyone at all; on the contrary, it seemed perfectly natural.

"Hey, if you're not going to tell fortunes, could you please move aside?"

The passersby standing by watched Frieren and her group occupying the space without asking for their fortunes, and impatiently urged them to move.

Frieren was the first to leave the crowd, followed closely by Dugu Qing, Fern, and Stark.

What do you want for your next birthday?

On their way to find a restaurant, Dugu Qing looked at Frieren with curiosity.

Frieren shook her head, worried that her words would limit the types of gifts people could give.

"Send me whatever you like! I'm fine with anything, the important thing is the friendship, you understand?"

Fern, Stark nodded, seemingly puzzled but impressed.

The group ate at a roadside restaurant.

Afterwards, Frieren Stark returned to the hotel together.

Dugu Qing and Fern strolled along the street, buying goods.

Their hands were soon full of trinkets again.

Fern took a step forward, his white leather shoes hitting the floor, causing him to lose his balance and sway suddenly.

Her long, shiny purple hair fluttered as she stumbled and fell to the ground.

Dugu Qing firmly grasped Fern's right hand, her movements calm and natural. "Are you alright?"

Fern glanced up at Dugu Qing, and seeing him looking at her with concern, her face flushed slightly, and she quickly stood up straight.

"I'm fine, it's the shoes that are the problem..."

Dugu Qing released Fern's hand, and Fern regretfully chased after her.

The two continued along the street, buying some small toys to pass the time, before heading towards the hotel.