For a moment, an extremely awkward silence filled the entire room.
Indeed, a normal person’s birthday doesn’t need to be fixed at all!
The problem is, Eve Nightburn completely doesn’t fall into this category!
As a being without a birth point, the concept of a birthday is truly incompatible with her.
Although her previous ID card listed her birthday as the day she entered the orphanage.
However, Eve Nightburn really wants to sever herself from those memories.
Though she can’t quite articulate why, just recalling them brings a pang of sorrow.
Lucian Blue was also momentarily left speechless— the matter of a birthday is indeed not something to be casually determined. If one were to randomly pick a day as a birthday, it would be the greatest mockery of the birth of life.
Lucian Blue now also felt some difficulty: “It is indeed a bit troublesome…”
After pondering, Lucian suddenly thought of a feasible method: “How about you come to the hospital with me tomorrow?”
“Then we can determine your age through a bone test, and temporarily set a birthday for you based on the common supplementary registration dates in Cloudhaven City, how does that sound?”
“If you have a better date in the future, you can also come to me, and I’ll figure out a way to help you adjust it.”
This was a relatively reasonable suggestion, and truly, if one were to talk about altering birth dates, Lucian seemed like he indeed had the ability to change that date.
Eve Nightburn pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement with his suggestion: “Alright, let’s do that.”
After receiving Eve’s agreement, Lucian opened his phone and flipped through his contact list.
Having found the person he needed, Lucian dialed the number and waited for the other party to answer.
Ring… Ring… Ring…
“Hello? What’s up?”
Confirming that the other party had picked up, Lucian immediately replied: “Leon Rivers, I’m bringing a child to your place tomorrow to get an ID card, okay?”
“Ah?!”
At that moment, Leon Rivers, who was working at the police station, was hit head-on by Lucian’s question and didn’t react immediately— what was going on?
“Wait, wait, wait! Lucian Blue, can you make it clear?”
This time Lucian slowed down his speech, then said it again: “I’m bringing a little girl without household registration to your place to get an ID card, okay? Did you get it?”
After Lucian repeated it, Leon finally understood, damn Lucian Blue, you spoke so fast just now, even I didn’t catch what you said.
“Alright, alright, you mean that ‘Calamity’, right? If the information is collected, I’ll make sure to get it done for you immediately.”
After saying that, Leon immediately hung up the phone.
If he hadn’t hung up, he wouldn’t have had another chance.
Leon wiped the sweat off his forehead, secretly relieved: good thing I hung up early, otherwise he would definitely have asked me to do a bunch of things…
Lucian looked at the immediately hung-up phone, momentarily speechless.
So, what if I ask you to buy a pack of cigarettes? Is it that big a deal?
It’s just two hundred bucks, buddy!
If I mooch something off you, so what? Haven’t we agreed to be good brothers for life?
Lucian finally didn’t say anything, just felt a bit sad in his heart, somewhat disappointed with this good colleague of his, who shares the same position~
Indeed, you can’t rely on brothers.
When there’s trouble, he really doesn’t step up!
Lucian put his phone back in his pocket, feeling hurt by Leon’s plasticky brotherhood.
Eve Nightburn looked at Lucian’s dispirited figure, somewhat worried: “Are you… alright? If it’s really not possible, I can wait a bit longer…”
Seeing the little loli’s desolate expression, Lucian suddenly felt looked down upon, yet at this feeling.
Lucian also felt another indescribable sensation.
Little loli, you’re already this far, what you desire is right in front of you! Aren’t you willing to just ask for it?
Thinking of this, Lucian couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.
Indeed, from childhood to adulthood, he has been successful, all the dreams he had, he eventually achieved them.
But Eve Nightburn hasn’t, this little girl doesn’t even dare to dream of a Strawberry Cake, the sense of failure in lacking has ultimately turned into a heavy sense of inferiority.
People always need victories, need to win, only victory brings confidence.
That’s why every country actively promotes its glorious history, and if there is no history, then it must be created.
Because only such victories, such glories, are the foundation for building a nation’s, a country’s collective confidence.
Different races in the world have different ways of attaining victory, but the Divine Continent’s standard of performance victory is the most brutal.
Lucian remembers that day at the hospital, discussing Eve Nightburn’s psychological state with the chief psychologist.
At that time, the chief directly said this:
“This child is under too much pressure, always frustrated, without a proper confidence anchor, unable to understand the concept of right and wrong, she always strives to get something, yet always feels like she gets nothing.”
“That’s why confidence is so important…” Lucian said in an exceedingly soft voice, afraid Eve Nightburn would hear him.
After saying this, Lucian clenched his fist, enduring the pain his body brought him, strode up to Eve Nightburn, took her hand, and single-knee-crouched down: “Rest assured! I promise to get everything settled for you by tomorrow!”
Eve Nightburn looked at this big-talker, felt like he was just boasting.
Eve shook her head, she didn’t want him to push himself on her behalf: “Don’t force yourself for me, your life is important, for messing with me to fall out with important people, it’s not good, right?”
Lucian patted her head, then resisting the pain stood up, thumping his chest to assure Eve Nightburn: “That’s something you don’t need to worry about, Eve Nightburn, tomorrow! Just tomorrow! I promise you!”
“Those things that should have belonged to you, those that should belong to every kind life, I promise to get them back for you! I promise to win them back for you!”
Eve Nightburn looking at Lucian’s confident demeanor, he seemed like a knight, and moreover a black knight who never lost a battle! He’s always victorious, always confident! After the war, he would take off his battered armor, carrying flowers to greet his princess.
At that moment, Eve Nightburn suddenly thought that Mr. Trash could actually be really handsome too!
Lucian then turned around, ready to walk back to the table to rest.
However, because his left foot didn’t turn in time, his right foot stepped out first, and thus stepped on his left foot, tripping himself and falling hard on the floor.
Handsome for less than three seconds…
Eve Nightburn walked up to the fallen Lucian, exhaling deeply helped him up.
“Thank you, Eve Nightburn,” Lucian
