Everyone froze. Lin Ruoxi's single sentence had covered both steps for the birthday candles: blowing them out and pulling them out.
It inevitably brought to mind the act of cutting the cake that would follow, making it feel like a farewell dinner...
In fact, they were indeed having a farewell dinner, because after this meal, Gu Muxue's parents would be leaving Chang'an.
Zhao Lizhen had a flight at 8:00 PM, and Gu Qingshan, a grown man, felt it would be awkward to live with two young women, so he had simply booked a high-speed rail ticket back to Hedong as well.
Xue Rui wore a helpless expression. The girl could be like that sometimes, silencing everyone with a single, unexpected sentence.
Lin Ruoxi, not yet realizing the implication, started to explain, "It's from 'Miss Chunzi.' The original line is..."
Xue Rui cleared his throat. "Xiaolin, showing off how well-read you are, are we?"
"Oh, I... I'm sorry, Boss," Lin Ruoxi said quietly.
