At the moment of blowing out the candles, Xu Xiangbei gently kissed Song Yuting's soft, pale cheek. Her face was frozen purple and cold, yet more delightful than a cream cake, exuding a maiden's fragrance.
That kiss, looking back now, Xu Xiangbei still feels particularly fulfilled.
Song Yuting glanced sideways at Xu Xiangbei, her cheeks flushed. Clearly, like Xu Xiangbei, she also recalled that night four years ago, that deep and innocent kiss.
Everyone watched Xiao Qing, her hands clasped together, her face full of a happy smile. She closed her eyes and made a wish, the most beautiful and sincere wish.
After the candles on the cake were blown out, screams and laughter erupted from the crowd, and classmates began to crazily throw cake; in the large private room, cream flew everywhere like a storm.
