Song Qingchun smiled gently at Su Zhinian and raised her finger to point at the completely-burnt candles, adding, "It's time to cut the cake."
"Okay," Su Zhinian replied as he reached for the knife, stood up slightly, and cut the small cake into four pieces. He then put one slice on Song Qingchun's plate before getting one for himself.
Su Zhinian was not a fan of sweet food; he merely took one bite of the cake before he was overwhelmed by the artificial sweetness. However, he still held his spoon and continued to eat, one serious bite after another, because this was a birthday cake she had specially bought for him.
He could not even remember the last time he had his own birthday cake. His last memory of that was when he was six.
At the time, he and his mother had still been staying at his grandparent's. That day, his mother had been given a bonus at work, and she had used it to buy him a birthday cake.
