The wetness at the bottom of Qiao Anhao’s eyes grew heavy. In the end, her vision became foggy, and the tears hung in the corner of her eyes, about to give way.
Qiao Anhao couldn't quite see, but through the blurriness she made out that there were many candles. She tried her best to curve the corner of her lips to say "Thank you", but just as her lips moved, tears uncontrollably flowed down her face.
Lu Jinnian held the cake with one hand, and with his empty hand, he reached out to wipe her tears. Then he said as though to lightly remind her, "Okay, make a wish."
