Chapter 88: Wishing Villains a Long Life...
“Hurry up and make a wish, you rascal.” Her eyes were wide as she looked at him, smiling.
Birthday wishes usually come true.
Because, at the beginning of this year, after her grandmother passed away and her grandfather celebrated her birthday with her, she made a silent wish in her heart—that both her grandparents could always be with her.
Although her grandmother did not come back to life, and her grandfather was gone as well…
She met a rascal who treated her just as kindly as her grandparents had.
Perhaps this was her wish coming true after all…
When her voice faded, he was stunned, his gaze lingering on her smiling face.
No one had ever sincerely celebrated his birthday.
His mother died in childbirth, and less than a month later, his father succumbed to an old illness. The Shen family saw him as a harbinger of misfortune, wishing he would vanish from the world.
As he grew older, there were plenty of people who wanted to celebrate his birthday. Every year, he received many expensive gifts.
But none of it was genuine; all of it was for profit or some other complicated reason.
Only this silly girl in front of him truly wished to celebrate his birthday.
With that thought, Shen Hanzhi shifted his gaze from her face, lowering his eyes to the candles atop the cake, lost in thought. After a few seconds, he spoke in a cool, detached voice.
“There’s no need.” He had never made a birthday wish before, and for a moment, didn’t even know what to say.
Besides, he never believed in wishes coming true.
The only one who could change his fate was himself.
Hearing this, Lin Nanxun’s expression turned puzzled. She lowered her head to glance at the candles, which were about to burn out, sighed softly, and then said, a little regretful,
“All right, then I’ll make a wish for you.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than she closed her eyes, clasped her hands before her chest, and fell silent.
Shen Hanzhi’s face flickered with surprise. Just as he was wondering how she would wish for him, he heard her sincere and earnest voice:
“I hope… the rascal will always be happy, and live to be a hundred years old!”
Her clear face radiated pure devotion.
When her words fell, Shen Hanzhi was a little taken aback.
Always happy… live to a hundred…
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but smile, looking amusedly at the girl before him.
Her wish was as simple as her mind.
But every word she spoke came from the heart, with not a trace of selfishness.
Hearing his laughter, Lin Nanxun quickly opened her eyes, only to see a handsome face, expressionless.
She was a little puzzled—had she just imagined the sound of laughter?
“All right, hurry and blow out the candles,” she urged him, coming back to herself.
If he didn’t blow them out soon, the candles would burn down…
Seeing her anxious face, Shen Hanzhi paused, then finally sighed softly. Lowering his head, he blew gently at the candles.
The flames went out.
“Now your wish will come true,” Lin Nanxun said seriously, smiling at him.
Looking at her face, so full of faith, he couldn’t help but move his lips and reply softly.
“Mm.”
Lin Nanxun smiled, then lowered her head and reached into the pocket of her nightdress, drawing out the treasure she had hidden for so long, and happily handed it to him.
“By the way, this is for you.”
Shen Hanzhi looked at the box in her hand, his expression freezing… his brows furrowing slightly.