But she was different, she would start drawing circles on the calendar a month before his birthday, marking the date clearly.
This habit continued until she was nineteen.
Although he didn't care much, she did.
On his birthday, she would go downstairs early in the morning and say, "Happy Birthday."
He would always nod, uttering a soft "Hmm."
On his birthday, she would absolutely not do anything to anger him and would try her best to cheer him up.
During those twelve years, there were also two or three years when he was not at home for his birthday.
Even then, she would call him and say, "Happy Birthday."
The habit had been broken for four years, yet at this moment, she suddenly remembered... that she once had such a deeply ingrained habit.
It was as if it were engraved in her memory, capable of igniting a huge wave of heat with just a little spark.
The restaurant's private room.
Sylvan Cheney cut Jasmine Yale's steak, pushed it towards her after cutting it.
"Try it."