Tong Jialu looked down at the two butterflies on her chest, gently caressing them.
She looked up again and unconsciously placed her hands on the buttons of Chen Cheng's shirt, "Shall we start now?"
"It's too late today, I need to go back," said Chen Cheng, pointing to the cake beside him, "Make a wish."
Tong Jialu nodded repeatedly and brought over the cake she had prepared earlier.
She inserted the candles, lit them up, and turned to Chen Cheng, "Brother Cheng, do you have any wishes?"
Chen Cheng: "You want me to make a wish on your birthday?"
"Of course!" Tong Jialu said playfully, batting her eyelids, "Tell me, and I'll make it come true."
Chen Cheng looked into Tong Jialu's lively eyes, felt warmth in his heart, and smiled, "My wish is simple, I wish for you to be happy every day, without any worries."
Hearing Chen Cheng's words, Tong Jialu's heart fluttered more than ever.
Her gaze shifted, and she asked with a hint of shyness, "Is that the only wish?"
