Goudan'er took care of Yuye's body, then wandered into the store and bought a cake.
I just followed him and walked home leisurely.
He cleaned himself up, sat on the sofa, carefully took out the cake, and lit the candles.
The candle flickered, illuminating his thin yet handsome face.
"This is the tenth year since you left."
Goudan'er stared at the cake with a gentle look in his eyes and said softly: "Happy birthday, Yaya."
Yaya is the name he gave me.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
