Gazing at the gifts surrounding her, Yan Qingying pressed her pale pink lips together firmly, accepting each gift one after another, while her bright eyes filled with a glistening moisture.
Drawing a deep breath, Yan Qingying tilted her head back, glancing at the bright moon outside the window, striving to keep her tears from falling, and once more said, "Thank you... thank you, everyone."
Although she ultimately managed to hold back her tears, Yan Qingying found her voice trembling, choked up... Years of love and caring she hadn't felt now once again filled her heart.
Seeing Yan Qingying lose her composure, Xin Yun hurriedly said, "Alright, alright, make a wish and blow out the candles. I'm so hungry I can hardly stand it."
Hearing Xin Yun's words, Yan Qingying glanced at him, then brought her hands together, murmured a little prayer, and with a whoosh of fragrant breath, all ten candles flickered out.
