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Three days later.
July 21st at noon.
"Happy Birthday."
After Lin Qing arranged all the dishes delivered by the catering department on the table, he placed the specially ordered three-tier cake, turned off the lights in the room, and then lit the '20-year-old' shaped candles on the cake.
In the candlelight, Zhao Jiayi blushed and hung her head shyly.
Her father said they didn't have this custom back home, so this was her first birthday.
But the ritual gave her a sense of inexplicable joy and emotion.
"Make a wish," Lin Qing said with a smile, patting her head, "You're an adult now."
Zhao Jiayi nodded nervously, "Then I want..."
"You can't say it out loud," Lin Qing said, covering her mouth with his hand and shaking his head with a smile, "It won't come true if you do."
"Oh..."
