They were all people who had lost their dearest.
Zhu Yulan raised her eyes to look at him.
"I'll celebrate your birthday with you..."
That sentence, it had been so long since she had heard it, especially when looking into Xu Musen's eyes and seeing the emotion there—it was a warmth that could melt a person's heart.
Perhaps, this was the same charm that An Nuannuan and Yao Mingyue both possessed, like moths to a flame.
"Okay..." Zhu Yulan smiled foolishly, as if she had revealed a silly grin.
Xu Musen reached out, wiped the tear from the corner of her eye, and handed her a candle, "Since it's your birthday, try to be happy. I'll light the candles with you."
Xu Musen began to place colorful birthday candles on the birthday cake.
One by one, in perfect unison, nineteen in total.
Xu Musen took out a lighter and lit the candles one by one.
In the dim cemetery, the flickering candlelight was particularly striking, and it also gave off an extra feeling of warmth.
