"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you baby, Happy birthday to you." The song echoed in the room.
The room was so dark you could hardly see anything. But Haoran wasn't bothered as he sang to the birthday cake with candles on it.
It had become a norm to celebrate on the first of the month ever since Zixuan left.
He would always lock himself in the bedroom with the lights off, an empty portrait on the wardrobe, and a cake in hand.
"You are three years old now," he whispered softly at the empty portrait. "If you were alive, I would have celebrated your birthday with cake and spoiled you with any gifts you wanted."
His eyes watered in pain, but he stilled his heart.
Emotions were a waste of time.
"But it's good you were never born," Haoran continued. "We don't deserve someone like you. I hope you get reincarnated into a good and honest family. Not someone like us."
"Happy birthday once again," he muttered, blowing out the candlelight, making the whole room completely dark.
