Qiaoqiao's secret birthday wish.
Qi Liu gave a bitter smile.
She didn't voice it aloud, or rather, her voice was so soft that no one could hear it.
But over the years, he had learned to read lips.
So, he naturally knew what her birthday wish was.
Facing the candle, she earnestly made a wish that she wouldn't tell anyone, fearing it wouldn't come true if she did.
The wish was, "I hope my dad is a good man, even if he achieves nothing."
Thinking about this, Qi Liu's heart suddenly clenched.
Holding the cake, his fingers involuntarily tightened, almost deforming the cake. The sweet cream stuck to his hands, but he felt nothing.
He looked down at the cake in his hands.
It was from his daughter, for him.
Thus, Qi Liu lowered his head and took bite after bite of the birthday cake.
The taste in his mouth was all bitterness.
Yet he forced himself to swallow, finishing the cake entirely, even not sparing the cream on his fingers.
