The band struck up the birthday song again, and the waiter wheeled over the birthday cake. The three-tiered fondant cake was decked in pale pink as a base, adorned with deep pink and light pink sugar flower petals, exuding a girlish charm.
Bai Xiao's heart swelled with joy, and everything seemed extraordinarily beautiful.
But this cake was bought by Lance, would Ye Huang cut it for her?
Ye Huang personally lit the candles on the cake. The waiter turned off the lights, and in the romantic small Western restaurant, candlelight flickered.
"Make a wish," Ye Huang whispered.
Bai Xiao closed her eyes and silently moved her lips. Then, she opened her eyes, blew out the candles—all in one go.
Whoo!
A gentle breeze blew in, joining Bai Xiao to snuff out the candles.
Bai Xiao looked up at Ye Huang, who gave her a mischievously playful wink.
Bai Xiao was stunned.
What... did she just see? A playful Ye Huang? Oh no no no, it must have been her imagination.
