Ye Zhiwei had never comforted anyone before, nor had she ever encountered someone who had gone through something like Jiang Jianian's experience. She didn't know what to say, but she continued to edit the following long text message according to her own understanding and thoughts:

The Declaration of Independence of the United States begins with these words: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.

Every person is born an independent individual, unique and different. You are not born because of anyone's expectations, nor will you be extinguished because of anyone's lack of expectations. From birth, your destiny, your existence, and your meaning are in your own hands; no one has the right or the qualification to define you.

Why do you need others to affirm your existence? You need your own affirmation.

You have the right and the obligation to affirm yourself and pursue anything you want. I have always felt that the meaning of life does not lie in anyone else's evaluation, but in your own self-evaluation, your own self-affirmation, pursuing what you want and desire, and doing what you want to do. As long as you feel that life is meaningful, that is enough.

Finally, I want to say that you are certainly not alone; there will definitely be people who feel joy and happiness because of your existence.

She sent the text message, and soon Ye Zhiwei received a text message from Jiang Jianian with only four words: Does that include you?

Ye Zhiwei was stunned for a moment.

But she didn't hesitate much, briefly editing: "Including me."

Ye Zhiwei still couldn't lie down and fall asleep. She called the housekeeper and sweetly told him that she wanted to eat cake. The housekeeper immediately called the kitchen.

The kitchen staff immediately went to get the ingredients. It was getting late, and they were worried that the young lady wouldn't be able to eat the cake. If they didn't have time to get the necessary ingredients, they went directly to the cake shop to buy them. About an hour later, the cake, topped with small strawberries, was ready.

Ye Zhiwei called Ji Shuli and Ye Yingying down, and then ran to Jiang Jianian's room.

When she knocked on the door, Jiang Jianian was looking at his text message, seemingly lost in thought. Hearing the knock, he put down his phone, which he had been holding tightly. As Jiang Jianian went to open the door, Ye Zhiwei coughed and said, "I suddenly decided I wanted to eat cake, so I asked the kitchen to make a big cake. There was too much cake for me to finish by myself, and I was afraid it would be too wasteful. I also invited my sister Yingying and my cousin. What about you? Would you like to come down with me?"

This was the first time she had done something like this. She raised her chin, adopting a slightly arrogant posture, but her eyes were secretly observing Jiang Jianian.

Jiang Jianian noticed Ye Zhiwei's little movements. He chuckled inwardly. He wanted to hug her, but he held back and simply said, "I'm actually a little hungry."

Ye Zhiwei's eyes immediately lit up. "Are you hungry too? That's great—cough, I mean, if you're hungry, that's perfect, the cake won't go to waste."

She led Jiang Jianian downstairs.

Ye Yingying had a premonition when Ye Zhiwei told her that she had asked the kitchen to make a cake and asked if she wanted to eat it together. When she saw Jiang Jianian and Ye Zhiwei come down together, she held hands but didn't say anything.

Ji Shuli, unaware of the situation, asked the unromantic cake after seeing its beautiful and exquisite design, "Little cousin, aren't you girls afraid of gaining weight? It's not anyone's birthday, aren't you worried about getting fat eating cake so late at night?"

After Ye Zhiwei and Jiang Jianian sat down together, they started lighting candles. As they did so, Ye Zhiwei said to Ji Shuli in a sinister tone, "Cousin, do you know how the villains in TV dramas die?"

"How did he die?"

Ye Zhiwei earnestly told Ji Shuli, "Because you talk too much."