The little girl laughed and said, "Grandpa, brother, sister, can we cut the cake now?"
Cheng Junjun laughed and said, "Of course we can."
Not far away, Chen Zhiyue hurriedly called someone to turn off the lights.
In the darkness, a palm-sized cake lit up with candles.
The little girl closed her eyes and made a sincere wish.
"I wish grandpa a long life; I wish to get into college; I wish brother and sister would get married soon and have a lot of younger brothers and sisters."
The old man laughed heartily, very happy.
Yang Chen and Cheng Junjun were a bit embarrassed.
Little sister, this is not something we usually say; wishing someone to have a lot of younger siblings when they're not even married yet is a bit inappropriate.
Cheng Junjun's face turned red instantly, and she shot a shy glance at Yang Chen in the dim candlelight.
After making her wish, the little girl blew out the candles.
Chen Zhiyue called someone to turn the lights back on.
