May 18th, night, midnight.
The downpour lasted for about ten minutes,
and now the rain had returned to a drizzle, filling the air with a damp scent.
The puddles on the road slowly drained away as the blockages in the sewers were cleared.
Inside the villa's bedroom,
Haruka Yuzan leaned against the headboard, his large hand gently stroking his wife's smooth and delicate back, feeling the voluptuous and soft body in his arms, and couldn't help but sigh—it was indeed the good life!
[1. I hope someone will cook me a birthday feast! (Completed)]
[2. I hope to spend this birthday with my daughter! (Completed)]
[3. I hope to receive birthday wishes from people on the morning of May 17th! (Completed)]
[4. I hope that day is filled with joy! (Completed)]
Looking at the text rolling out on the virtual panel, Haruka Yuzan let out a sigh of relief; the birthday list had come to an end.