Getting closer, Shen Jue noticed Buhui's pale face and slightly bluish lips. She was surprised and asked, "Buhui, what's wrong? Are you sick? You don't look well."
Buhui managed a faint smile at her, "I'm fine, Miss Shen, go ahead with what you're doing. Don't worry about me, I'll head back now."
"But... but I haven't blown out the candles yet." Shen Jue spoke with lowered eyelids, looking quite aggrieved. She was already born beautiful and charming, and now showing a vulnerable side, one really couldn't bear to refuse her.
Buhui wanted to leave immediately, but seeing Shen Jue's forlorn expression, she hesitated, "Miss Shen..."
Shen Jue lifted her head, seeming to realize she was putting her in a tough spot. She waved her hand, saying, "Forget it, Sister Luoxi has left, and Mr. Mo has also left. Now you want to leave, it looks like I'll have to blow out this candle all alone. If my brother were here, he'd definitely sing a birthday song for me."
