Therefore, she never cared about her birthday and had fantasized countless times about how wonderful it would be if she hadn't been born on that day.
Ye Zhou gently held An Youhe's hand, afraid that the girl might cry again if she got too excited.
An Youhe looked up and said with a slight smile, "Thank you, Uncle and Auntie."
Ye Fan blurted out, "It's better to call them Dad and Mom."
Suddenly, Ye Fan felt a sharp pain in his foot and almost jumped up.
Zhou Ping scolded playfully, "Stop talking nonsense, or you'll scare the young girl!"
Ye Fan chuckled and reminded An Youhe, "Little An, hurry up and make a wish and blow out the candles!"
Ye Zhou released his hand, and An Youhe's hand still carried the warmth of the boy's palm.
Tears welled up in my eyes again without me even realizing it.
The girl closed her eyes and silently made a wish.
...
Before leaving, An Youhe insisted on returning to her rented room, and Ye Zhou couldn't stop her.
It was already quite late, and the two places weren't far apart.
Ye Zhou escorted the girl home under the bright streetlights on both sides.
The two walked and stopped frequently, as if neither wanted to finish the journey too quickly.
I walked through the narrow, dimly lit corridor, its light flickering in and out from the dim yellow bulbs.
The two eventually arrived at the door of the rented house.
The girl's eyelashes fluttered as she inserted the key into the keyhole, turned it gently, and opened the door.
The dark aura emanating from the boy behind her seemed to be released again, though she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.
The door opened, and An Youhe turned around to face the boy, her eyes lowered.
"Well, goodnight?"
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