Up until the cake cutting, Fu Jichen's face was dark, and Zhou Rongzhen was on pins and needles, not daring to say a word.
The dishes in the center of the dining table were moved to the side to make room for the cake. Zhou Rongzhen took a pack of candles from a bag, found two number "2" candles, placed them on the cake, and lit them with a lighter.
"Jianian, make a wish."
Zhou Rongzhen glanced at Fu Jichen, her voice soft, afraid of displeasing him.
A few lights in the living room were turned off, making it less bright. The flickering candlelight reflected on Shen Jianian's flushed cheeks; her face always turned very red after drinking a little alcohol.
She stared at the candles on the cake, unsure of what wish to make.
This year's birthday lacked a grand party, the company and blessings of her parents. However, there was an aunt unrelated to her by blood who treated her sincerely, and a man who inexplicably got angry but could do nothing to her.
