Even the heavens were the same,
granting her an enviable family background and an exceptional appearance.
With a flutter of her butterfly-like lashes, He Yihui opened her eyes.
Jiang Chen had already shifted his gaze away,
"Sigh."
He Yihui blew out the candles, and a pleasant fragrance even reached Jiang Chen's face.
"What did you wish for?"
"World peace."
"That wish might be a tough one to fulfill, but I support you."
Jiang Chen played along with the joke, then heartily said, "Eat up, don't be shy."
He Yihui didn't stand on formality either, after all, when it comes to birthdays, the birthday star is the most important.
No need to even cut it, the cake was just the size of a palm, probably bought from some roadside convenience store. He Yihui picked up a plastic knife, cut a small piece, popped it into her mouth, and then her brow furrowed.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Chen asked.
"Where did you buy this?"
"The same place."
"Is it expired? It tastes a bit off. Try it."
