d her lips, restoring the lipstick to its previous vibrancy, and smiled at Song Yue."Young Master Song, you're truly flattering me. Who doesn't know that Mr. Song, your father, is a great philanthropi...When she looked at Song Lin, she was distracted by a burst of electronic sound.

Mr. Song, did you hear anything

"It was brought to the table."

Two people got up and walked over. The lotus candles from just now were still singing the birthday song.

Shen Yian said doubtfully, "It has been singing for more than an hour."

Song Lin said, "You can close it now."

Shen Yian said, "Where is it"

Song Lin looked at her suspiciously: "You don't know The clerk said this was your favorite candle when you were little."

"I don't know, when I was little, my mom always handled the candles after I blew them out. I've never sung for that long before, but that was over ten years ago, things might have changed"

"Well, get some rest."

"Good night."

Both of them felt that such a small thing shouldn't last long.

...Results....

Late at night, past eleven.

Shen Yian felt as if he were being pressed down by a ghost, his head throbbing, as if someone was constantly whispering in his ear.

She could bear it no longer and forced her eyes open. To her dismay, the muttering did not cease but continued relentlessly.

She took a deep breath and sat up from the bed. She carefully opened the door, and suddenly a figure appeared in front of her, scaring her almost to scream.

"It was me."

As the corridor lights flickered on, Song Lin appeared beside Shen Yian.

"Mr. Song, did you hear something strange too" Shen Yian spoke softly, her body unconsciously leaning closer to Song Lin.

She wasn't afraid of ghosts, after all, she hadn't done anything wrong. It was just... she felt a chill, even with the hallway lights on, she could feel the coldness seeping from the walls.

Song Lin looked at the person who was getting close to him with great interest. Usually, they had to keep a distance when speaking to each other, but this was the first time someone had taken the initiative to approach him.

"It's a candle." Song Lin didn't want to scare her anymore.

"Huh"

After a few seconds, the two stood by the dining table, watching the mute lotus candles on it.

"It's been hours, and you're still singing"

"Let's soak some water."

"Okay."

Generally, machines placed in water become useless, but not the lotus candle. It can continue to sing in water.

Song Lin frowned: "I'll throw it away."

Shen Yian said, "I'll go with you."

Song Lin didn't refuse either. The two of them put on a coat and, by the way, took all the garbage in the room out to throw away.

The summer night had lost the daytime's heat, the gentle breeze was quite comfortable. The moon and stars in the sky seemed especially bright.

Shen Yi'an looked up at the sky and thought about how he had gone downstairs with Song Lin in the middle of the night to throw lotus flower candles. He couldn't help but smile.

"What are you laughing at" Song Lin said.

“It’s just… I always get the feeling that you're like a high-class elite in a skyscraper, waving your hand and having people do things for you. Now you're here with me, burning candles in the middle of the night, it's kind of funny.”

Shen Yian thought Song Lin would feel embarrassed, but he didn't expect the corner of his lips to curl up.

"That's really funny."

"Mr. Song, you really look good when you smile. Smile more often in the future, don't frown so much. I made a wish for that today."

After finishing his words, Shen Yi'an realized he had slipped up.

She quickened her pace and walked forward, but was stopped by Song Lin who grabbed her wrist.

"Why"

Song Rin looked at her, waiting for her answer.

Shen Yian lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

When she made a wish today, she wished for her mother to recover soon and hoped that Aunt Mo would live a long and healthy life.

The third wish I had was for Song Lin, hoping he could be happy.

As for why there isn't one of myself, because wishes aren't limited to just three, are they

Aunt Mo and Song Lin helped her through so many difficulties, she knew how to repay kindness.

"Why" Song Lin asked again.

"Because... I think you're unhappy. You're hiding a lot of sad things in your heart."

Shen Yian raised his eyes to look at him and slowly spoke out his own thoughts.

Song Lin didn't speak, but moved closer to her.

Their eyes met, and even the night wind seemed to grow charged with unspoken intimacy.

Suddenly, a curse echoed from behind.

"Damn! Who is it! Putting music in the trash can in the middle of the night, scared me to death!"

I heard that Shen Yian grabbed Song Lin's hand and whispered, "Run."

After she finished speaking, she took Song Lin's hand and ran toward the house.

Behind them, someone walked out from the garden. They looked at Shen Yian holding Song Lin's hand and revealed a sinister expression.o badly that she was starting to get worried.Thinking about it, she quickly got up and prepared to go to the company earlier to do some more preparation, ensuring that this contract negotiation would...