The low voice in her ear overlapped with the one she heard four years ago. In that year, he was beaten in front of her eyes. When she almost collapsed, he also said this sentence to her. The voice brought back her memories. Su Qianci's eyes were sour, but she did not move a bit. It felt like that the man who was smiling at her while vomiting blood appeared again in front of her eyes.
Li Sicheng held her from behind. His arms tightened and he was getting closer and closer. Burying his face into her neck, he kissed her gently and whispered, "Mrs. Li, happy birthday."
Su Qianci was stiff and did not react. Or, she had forgotten what should be done. Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers around. The silver light covering the earth and sky retreated from a certain point on the top. The darkness took over again. Light and dreamy music rang, and colorful butterflies fluttered their wings, flying all over the sky.