Staring at the round and beautiful cake, Mu Yuze's pupils trembled. "Y–You still remember?" he asked with faint disbelief in his tone.
"What kind of question is that?" He Juan regarded him with not so little amusement. "Of course, I do. Don't you?"
Mu Yuze clicked his jaws shut, his ears flushing with warmth. He had really forgotten about his birthday. How could he not, when every single day he was fraught with anxiety by the news on the TV? There was a time when they were close enough that Mu Yuze could see him every waking day, but now he had to resort to watching the news just to know how He Juan was doing. He was torn between wanting to hear more about He Juan, and fearing that it would be terrible news like the police had finally apprehended the wanted criminal XIU…
Given these circumstances, how could he still have the time to remember his own birthday?
On the other hand, He Juan…
"Come, let's sit."
