The restaurant was unlit, with only candles flickering softly.

  Su Xiao Ning subconsciously grasped the lace hem of her skirt, her voice trembling, but still carrying her usual stubbornness and determination, "I know you never celebrate birthdays."

  "But..."

  She took a deep breath, looked up at Mo Chenyuan, and squeezed out a self-admitted sweet smile. "Husband, you have me from now on."

  Her dark pupils shone with a candle-like light, she looked at him, her eyes serious, "From now on, I will celebrate your birthday every year, celebrating that you have grown one year older."

  He couldn't help but admit that when he saw her smiling face as beautiful as a flower, the coldness in his heart was no longer so intense.

  And her words afterwards were like a web full of honey that wrapped his heart entirely.

  Through the black ribbon, the man's eyes stared at her intensely, "But I don't want to celebrate my birthday."

  "It's none of your business what I want to give you, it's mine."

  Su Xiao Ning puckered up her lips and carefully pulled over the birthday cake, opening it in front of him.

  Mo Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.

  He was shocked not only because it was a cake from the pastry shop his sister used to buy for him, but also...the words on the cake.

  It's obvious that the writing on the cake was done by someone who doesn't often write with frosting.

  Those words are crooked and slanted, like a child's handwriting in a square grid.

  What's written on the cake isn't a blessing.

  "I am willing to guard the ink domain until old age."

  The signature is Su Xiaoning.

  He could even imagine Xiao Yu standing in front of the cake, carefully writing out these words with cream one stroke at a time.

  A complex emotion flashed across the man's eyes.

  In her eyes, he was actually a man who couldn't see anything at all.

  But she still had a candlelight dinner prepared, wore her most solemn clothes, and personally wrote her vows on the birthday cake.

  He was certain that these words were not written for him, but for herself.

  An oath, a promise.

  "Honey, blow out the candles!"

  At the moment when Mo Chen's mind was absent, Su Xiaoning had already inserted a candle with "26" written on it into the cake.

  The girl stretched out her hand carefully lit the candle and said "You can make a wish when blowing out the candle!"

  Mo Chen's low and deep voice still had a hint of indifference, "What does the cake look like?"

  Su Xiao Ning glanced at the crooked words on top of the cake, coughed lightly, and began to lie, "It's just, it's just what you used to eat before, the same kind of cake."

  "I had the cake shop owner make it in the style you used to like!"

  Mo Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, "Is there something written above?"

  "...wrote."

  "What did you write?"

  Su Xiao Ning's face had already turned bright red, she turned her head away, breathing rapidly, "Wrote happy birthday, what else could it be."

  Actually at first, she wanted to write "Happy Birthday".

  Later, the boss of the cake shop said that if she was buying it for the most important person, he suggested her to write what she wanted to say the most.

  Because "Happy Birthday" is a casual blessing that anyone can give.

  She thought for a long time and felt that what Mo Chenyu needed was not her blessing.

  But her promise.

  So she took it upon herself and wrote this sentence on the cake.

  It seems a bit out of place...

  Luckily, it was only visible to her and wasn't too embarrassing!

  Thinking of this, she smiled and began to guide Mo Chenyu to blow out the candles, "Here, here."

  Watching him finally making a move to blow out the candles, she didn't forget to remind him again, "Don't forget to make a wish!"

  In the past when grandma had a birthday, she would always remind everyone tirelessly like this.

  Mo Chen's lips, which had been tightly pursed all along, finally rose slightly upwards.

  The candles on the birthday cake have gone out.

  Su Xiao Ning took down the candles and cut him a piece of cake, "Just made a wish?"

  The man stared at her intently and said, "Consider it granted."

  Separated by a layer of black silk, Su Xiao Ning didn't know he was looking at her.

  The little woman had her back to him cutting cake.

  "I wish you would become smarter in the future."

  The man's voice was soft and low as he spoke.

  Su Xiao Ning's body suddenly stiffened.

  She pouted and somewhat helplessly picked up a piece of cake with her fork and put it to his mouth, "Wishes spoken out loud won't come true."

  The man smiled faintly and ate the cake, "Then you can continue being foolish."

  She's actually quite silly, but it's okay.

  Su Xiao Ning gave him a resentful glance, "I said I'm not stupid."

  He calmly ate the cake she fed him, and the taste of his childhood reminded him of the image of his sister smiling in front of him back then.

  "Moshen yuan, you're already thirteen years old, and you still want your sister to feed you, don't you have any shame?!"

  At that time, he already looked like a young man, but still sat on the chair with a deadpan expression, "You have to feed me, you have to feed me, who made you my sister, you have to take care of me for the rest of your life!"

  Twenty-year-old Mo Qingjiu could only helplessly shake his head, "Come on, open your mouth!"

  "Come on, open your mouth."

  Seeing him daze off, Su Xiaoning couldn't help but speak up to remind him.

  Mo Chen returned to his senses.

  The girl in front of him and the woman's figure in his memory overlapped, and the man's heart ached sharply.

  "I'm full."

  He closed his eyes, his voice cold and hard.

  Su Xiao Ning pursed her lips and couldn't grasp his emotions, so she didn't continue feeding him.

  She finished the remaining cake on her plate, "No more cake, let's have dinner!"

  The little woman was about to return to her seat when she suddenly thought of something and turned her head to look at him, "Hey, do you want me to help cut your steak?"

  "It doesn't matter."

  Mo Chenyu really couldn't muster up any enthusiasm, but it wasn't good to disappoint her kindness either, so he opened his mouth lightly and said, "I can do it myself."

  Su Xiao Ning finally felt at ease and returned to her own seat.

  Mo Chenyuan indeed did not deceive her.

  He sat in a wheelchair, and the knife and fork in his hand could accurately cut open the steak and then eat it.

  It's indeed an ability that can be cultivated after being blind for many years...

  Su Xiao Ning suddenly had an epiphany and wanted to experience for himself how difficult it was to cut the steak.

  So, the girl held a fork in her left hand and a knife in her right hand, closed her eyes and reached out towards the plate.

  Rustling and clanking sounds.

  "Hmm..."

  She didn't fork the steak with her left hand, and her right hand was in a hurry to cut it. As a result, the plate flew, the steak flew, she panicked, and the knife in her hand unconsciously cut her left index finger.

  "Ah——!"

  Severe pain made Su Xiaoling open her eyes instantly.

  Looking at her index finger which was still bleeding in front of her, she wanted to cry but had no tears. Why is it so bad? Even cutting a steak can cut your hand!

  "What's wrong?"

  A large hand with distinct fingers grasped her left hand, "Are you okay?"

  He didn't say anything and it was fine, but once he spoke, Su Xiaoning felt even more hurt.

  Her nose turned sour, and tears welled up in her eyes, "I... I have something..."