I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 099

“We can look at other stores too.”

Zain turned his face to look at Fern. He had just found out that today was Fern’s birthday and wanted to give her a birthday gift.

When Fern heard Zain was going to give her a gift, her eyes glazed over for a moment.

Coming back to her senses, Fern smiled slightly, “No need.”

She had figured it out.

【She only wants the gift he chose.】

【Only wants him to give it!!!】

【Not from you, you stinking, rule-breaking monk!】

“Then I’ll choose it myself,” Zain said with a side smile.

“However, even if he forgot to prepare a gift, I think you got overly angry.”

Zain reached out and picked up a half-moon fanny pack from the store shelf, examining its style as he spoke:

“He’s definitely not the type of person with delicate thoughts.”

“He probably doesn’t even remember his own birthday. Blaming him for this is a bit too much.”

【Zain understands too much.】

【Zain: A man who understands Stark very well, squinty eyes.jpg】

Upon hearing this, Fern frowned and said, “I also gave Mr. Stark a gift on his birthday.”

She seemed a little wronged and indignant.

【That’s right, Fern even specifically gave Stark a gift, so why can’t Stark remember? What a blockhead!】

【Stark seems thick-headed, he probably doesn’t know Fern’s birthday, right?】

【Even if he knew, he’s never received a gift on his birthday before, so he only realized his master, Eisen, would celebrate his birthday. How about giving Fern a giant hamburger steak?】

Zain didn’t turn his head, as if he had already anticipated it: “Heh.”

“You two chose the gift together back then, didn’t you?”

Fern looked at him in surprise and asked, “How did you know…?”

Zain picked up the small butterfly bag again, “If someone tells you to choose a gift you like, a normal person wouldn’t refuse.”

“This matter must be a precious memory for you.”

“That’s why you refused.”

Zain picked a bag and handed it to the shop owner.

He gestured for the owner to wrap it.

【Zain understands relationships too well.】

“I don’t know.”

Fern listened to Zain’s analysis, her head lowered in a daze, “I just vaguely felt.”

“I wanted to do it that way.”

【She wants to give Stark a gift on his birthday—】

【These past few years, Frieren has celebrated Fern’s birthday. Suddenly, a teammate her age appears. Fern wanting to give him a gift means she doesn’t dislike Stark, and might even like him a little?】

【Soju, this is the feeling of love.】

“Is that so?” Zain turned back, “Then go apologize to Stark quickly.”

“And go pick a gift together.”

Zain handed the already wrapped bag to Fern.

Fern took it.

“That guy’s just a little kid,” Zain told Fern, “His comprehension skills are definitely not good.”

“You want to make up with him, right?” Zain prepared to leave, turning to Fern behind him and saying, “Feelings can’t be conveyed if they’re not spoken.”

【Violet: ? I’m familiar with this. If you need to convey feelings, then write a letter!】

【Thank you for the assist, uncle!!】

【Zain is really much more reliable than Frieren in this regard.】

【Who doesn’t love a thoughtful uncle?】

The scene switches.

Stark was in front of the flowerbed in the center of the square, deep in thought.

At this moment, the music shifted to a touching melody.

Fern smiled then, “You’re right.”

【Ah, earlier Fern refused Zain’s offer to let her choose a gift herself because it was an important memory.】

【A special and joyful memory, she would definitely want to experience it again with someone important to her.】

【Clergy members preside over weddings, so they must have seen many relationship problems.】

“I’ll head back to the inn first,” Zain said, and after delivering the gift, he lifted his foot to leave.

“Um…” Fern called out to Zain.

Zain turned around and saw Fern bowing to him, a very polite bow.

“I’m truly sorry for kicking you earlier.”

Zain turned and waved his hand, saying nothing.

Then he left.

Fern watched Zain’s retreating back, smiling, then turned and walked towards the other side of the square.

The sky was filled with a glorious sunset.

The entire city was enveloped in the evening glow, a city bathed in orange-red.

The camera locks onto Himmel’s statue.

The bronze statue smiles under the evening glow.

Stark was gazing at the statue, lost in thought.

“Mr. Stark.”

Hearing Fern’s voice, Stark turned.

He seemed a little surprised.

Stark’s fists clenched, trembling with tension.

“Fern…”

【Detail: trembling arm, little Stark is nervous. doge】

Fern walked up to him at this moment.

Stark lowered his head.

They were silent for a moment.

“Um…”

“I’m sorry!”

Both Fern and Stark were stunned at this moment.

A somewhat stunned Fern hadn’t expected the other person to apologize first.

Stark glanced at Fern, then lowered his head.

“Actually, I wanted to go choose it with you.”

Stark’s fists clenched.

“Because I didn’t know what you liked.”

“But.”

He loosened his fists.

“I thought if I said that, you wouldn’t want to.”

Stark closed his eyes and scratched his head, his face sweating from nervousness.

“So I couldn’t say it.”

Fern listened to these words, dumbfounded.

She smiled, “I wouldn’t mind.”

【Ah!!! This was one step away from being direct, wasn’t it?】

【Fern’s subtext: I like anything you give me.】

Fern looked at the person in front of her who was apologizing, saying he had thought about going to pick a gift with her, his movements awkward.

She said seriously, “Mr. Stark.”

“I’m sorry.”

Fern bowed to Stark in apology, “I said too much.”

Stark glanced at Fern and smiled, saying:

“It’s okay, I’m used to it.”

“I’m really sorry.”

Stark smiled.

“Let’s go.”

Fern smiled and jogged to Stark’s side, and they walked side by side.

Next to Himmel’s flowerbed, they walked together towards the street on the left.

【Himmel: Excellent.】

【She ran! She ran!!! I’m shipping it, I’m shipping it.】

【That little jog looks so much like she wants to hold hands.】

【He really is a thoughtful Stark.】

The street was full of pedestrians.

Stark and Fern walked together towards the shops.

On the rooftop.

Frieren was lying on the eaves.

【Fufu is cute~】

【Scout Frieren!】

【Fufu really has a lot of emotions now, hehehe.】

“You’re actually peeking,” Zain’s voice came.

Frieren was surprised and turned her head to look in the direction of the voice.

Zain was standing on the roof tiles.

“What a fine hobby, Frieren.”

Frieren saw Zain, who had also come up to the roof, and he also saw the two youngsters on the street.

“Likewise.”

Zain said, “It seems they’ve successfully made up.”

【Haha, like caring parents.】

【That mage can fly, I know how she got up there, but how did you get up there? The one who heals!】

【He probably climbed up, he’s always been on rooftops since he was little.】

Zain turned around and sat down on the rooftop.

His back was to Frieren.

“After growing up,” Zain looked at the sunset in the western sky, his tone full of emotion, “Once you understand the distance between people.”

“Even conflicts can be avoided.”