The candles were all over the cake, flickering shadows reflected tiny sparks, and her face was framed by the candlelight.
"Happy birthday. Xin Yibin, happy birthday."
"Young Master, happy birthday!"
Xin Yibin stood there motionless; he had always known this girl held a special significance for him, yet he had never found the words to describe it.
Now he understood—
Si Ruoran was his sun.
She was like a little sun, suddenly rising in his world—
"Why did you suddenly come today?"
Xin Yibin asked, seeing her smile playfully: "Because it's your birthday. If I hadn't accidentally seen your information with the teacher earlier, I wouldn't know till now."
Xin Yibin paused for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward.
Si Ruoran thought he was going to blow out the candles, but unexpectedly, he only stood before her, reaching out to touch her hair: "Thank you."
"What's there to thank for, overly sentimental!" Si Ruoran smiled, "Come on, make a wish and then blow out the candles."
