Lin Yan had her grievances against Lu Chenyuan, but at a time like this, she had no choice but to take action.
Over the years, Lin Yan had made many whimsical birthday wishes, none of which had come true.
In the restaurant, she made a devout wish to a small cake with unlit candles.
"I want to marry Lu Chenyuan."
After the wish was voiced, she opened her eyes, and the candle fell over.
Lin Yan's forehead crashed onto the table in despair. Did even the heavens believe her wish was hopeless?
"Lin Yan, I really like you quite a bit."
"Ah?" Lin Yan was baffled, thinking something was wrong with her ears.
Lin Yan's dazed reaction brought a slight smile to Lu Chenyuan's lips, carrying a doting smile, "Stick with me, and we might face many things in the future. Just believe in each other, that's all."
Lin Yan pinched her nose tightly.
Lu Chenyuan's confession was tactical; he had noticed her growing suspicions of him over time.