Many colorful balloons and ribbons hung from the ceiling and doorway, arranged like the scene of a party.
In the center of the room, there was a rectangular table covered with a lace tablecloth, and in the middle stood a candelabra resting on a tripod.
On the cabinet under the window, an old-fashioned record player with a large horn was placed, giving off a nostalgic and romantic vibe.
Mo Ran didn't know what was happening, she turned her head and looked at Gu Yixuan with a puzzled expression in her eyes.
Gu Yixuan smiled slightly and gazed at her intently, saying in a soft voice, "I wanted to surprise you this evening, but you've found it out now."
"What's this for?"
"Have you forgotten? Today is your birthday."
Mo Ran was stunned; she had indeed forgotten. Even when Mo Yan called her earlier that day, she hadn't remembered it was her birthday.
"Ranran, happy birthday," Gu Yixuan said softly, hugging her from behind.
