At least, that's what they thought back then.
That night, she didn't pull him back home. Instead, she returned alone, quietly waiting in the dark, knowing he would always come back...
In the middle of the night, she finally heard the door. She pushed out the cake, and in the candlelight, she smiled serenely, her voice gentle, "Senior, happy birthday."
He looked at her, furrowing his brows slightly, his clear eyes scanning over the lavish dinner table. Not a single dish had been touched. With a frown, he appeared a bit startled, "You waited all night?"
She didn't answer, merely pursing her lips in a smile.
He stepped closer, touching her hair, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
She wouldn't blame him, but she didn't want to hear his apologies either.
She smiled and shook her head, "Senior, how about making a wish and blowing out the candles?"