The result is...

"Shinichi?"

My thoughts were interrupted by Kudo Yukiko's voice, and the sound of raindrops hitting the window outside reappeared in my ears.

After he regained consciousness, he found that everything in front of him was dark. Only a few candles stuck on the cake were flickering with warm yellow light, swaying in the darkness.

A group of people gathered around the cake, their faces painted a warm orange by the candlelight, in stark contrast to the cold, pale color in my memory.

There were seventeen candles on the cake, each of which was emitting a tiny flame, and together they lit up half of the room.

Seventeen candles, but neither of the two "Kudo Shinichi" who were celebrating their birthdays turned seventeen today.

Kudo looked at the seventeen candles with a little confusion, blinked and wanted to count again.

Noticing Kudo's gaze, Conan looked at his parents, then at Kudo, and began to explain, "Although seventeen candles don't seem to touch anything, but you are sixteen and I am eighteen, so if we add them together and take the average, it's seventeen, right? Isn't that enough? Mom and Dad don't have to hesitate about how many candles to put in."

After a pause, he added, "I don't mind putting sixteen candles in there, but I don't think you'd like that."

It was impossible for him to say that he hesitated and thought for nearly three days before choosing this option.

He just picked it randomly, yeah.

The black-haired boy's eyes moved, his gaze focused on him, and he gently curled his lower lip.

Indeed, he had no intention of occupying the magpie's nest, so he would not accept the fact that his birthday was celebrated today - it had no meaning to him and would only make him feel that he had committed another sin.

"Thank you." The kindness from his peer made Kudo a little stiff. After hesitating for a while, he still said thank you softly.

He would not be alert because of Conan's sudden kindness, and of course he would not burst into tears of gratitude. He knew exactly what Conan was thinking when he showed his kindness.

His remaining eyes swept over the group of unfamiliar faces around him and the familiar faces mixed in among them. His counterpart was a very kind person, young and enthusiastic, and his strengths shone like gold.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have such a large group of relatives and friends.

"Hurry up and blow out the candles—" Kudo Yukiko urged, clasping her hands together, "If you delay any longer it will be past twelve o'clock!"

Kudo stared at the flickering candles on the cake and pursed his lips.

As far as he could remember, he had never done anything so childish.

But facing the encouraging looks of Kudo Yukiko and Kudo Yusaku, and Conan's seemingly complaining but still ready to blow out the candles obediently, he still compromised.

"Three, two, one, blow together!" I counted down in my heart along with Kudo Yukiko's words, and at the same time prepared myself mentally before opening my mouth and exhaling to blow out the candles.

It wasn't a perfect match, and three of his candles were not blown out.

She pursed her lips, moved closer and blew again. After seeing that the candles were all out, she lowered her head and apologized a little uneasily, "Sorry... I didn't do it well."

It wasn't a big deal, but at this time, in this place, in front of these people, he still looked very nervous.

It was like a person trapped in darkness encountering a long-lost light. He was happy but also afraid that it was just a flash in the pan. He was even more afraid... that the light would be snuffed out in his own hands.

"What's there to apologize for?" Conan looked at him and said in a seemingly righteous but actually comforting tone, "Not everyone has such a large lung capacity."

And he looks like he was bullied badly in the past!!

What a crappy organization, doomed to fail!

After mentally cueing the Black Organization, Conan handed the cake cutter beside him to Kudo, "Well, the next step is to eat the cake.

"Wait, have you made a wish?" Kudo Yukiko suddenly asked.