After changing their clothes and finishing the late-night snack, Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu returned to the small villa in the suburbs.
The last and very important part of Zhao Yu's birthday remained.
A small matcha mousse cake, with two candles stuck in it, and the two of them knelt by a small table, closing their eyes to make a wish.
That's how their birthdays always were; no matter whose birthday it was, they would make a wish together.
After making the wish, Zhao Yu "whoosh" blew out the candles, then happily cut the cake.
"I've eaten too much today, so sinful. But it's okay, I've exercised enough today, so it balances out, as if I never ate anything."
Mu Qiu, holding the plate and waiting to divide the cake, replied, "No need to calculate, your fat won't lie to you."
"...Shut up, I don't have any fat."
"Alright, alright, you're right, everything is in your favor today. Cheers!"
The two of them clinked their cake plates together.
