"Today is a celebration of your birthday, no need to steal the spotlight." Su Mingan shook his head.
"But, Detective, do you know what my birthday wish is?" Alice curved her lips into a smile.
"What is it?"
"My birthday wish is—" Alice leaned closer, stood on her tiptoes, and whispered softly by his ear: "I hope the Detective can have a happy birthday."
Her voice was light, but she articulated each word clearly, like when she was twelve years old, holding his hand, stepping forward step by step in the falling snow.
Su Mingan's gaze flickered slightly.
At this moment, it felt like a flock of birds flew in through the open window into the room, crashing into the depths of his heart, with wispy clouds weaving and colliding, filling his chest.
He didn't know how he felt. All the warmth of the Tenth World seemed to have gathered here, colliding with the cries of the mortal world, with the cruelty of human nature, and the swirling snow in the city.
