Mu Shuoqian's smile grew wider at the corners of his mouth, on a face that was mostly covered with coldness, the smile persisted because of her and never faded.
Actually, there was no need for any birthday gifts or surprises, her simply remembering his birthday was the best gift for him.
She never dared to expect that one year, she would be the one to spend his birthday with him.
Gu Qili only stopped pushing him to the dining table, wanting to whisper in his ear, but even on tiptoes, she couldn't reach him, so she had to press her face against his back and rubbed it twice before letting go, "Birthday meal."
Mu Shuoqian slowly opened his eyes to find the room's lights turned off at some point, on the white dining table there was a candlestick, the orange candlelight flickering, two delicate porcelain plates held freshly made steaks, still sizzling.
