In the following half month, Xue Jinwen stayed by my side without taking a step away, yet I did not say another word to him.
Until my father stood at the door with a cold face, "Tomorrow is Lian'er's birthday celebration. She wants you to attend, so prepare yourself."
After throwing down these words, the door slammed shut again, freezing the air.
I looked up at Xue Jinwen, "Tell me, should I go?"
He remained silent for a moment, "You should go."
I pulled my lips into a subtle smile, "Alright, as you wish."
The Peace Restaurant was crowded with guests, and Song Lian stood in the center with a pearl-white dress, like a happy princess.
She bent her head and made a wish softly over the cake:
"I wish the man I marry in the future will build me a residence like the Meiling Palace; have my name tattooed over his heart; and pick the most exquisite Thorny Magnolia from the side of Su Yue Cliff for me..."
The grand doors burst open, and a robust voice drew everyone's attention.