I forget you in the depths of time

Chapter 22 Qingyue, I like you!
Song Qingyue stayed up late on duty. Suddenly, the lights in the office went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness.

She was stunned by the sudden change, and before she got up, she heard a creak.

In the dark night, the dancing candlelight, the moist eyebrows and eyes are outlined gently, and the eyes are also lit by the weak candlelight.

Tang Shaohan came in with the cake and closed the office door with his backhand.

After approaching with steady steps, he put the cake on her table and said with a smile, "Happy birthday."

"...how do you remember that today is my birthday?"

"Of course I remember. Before going abroad, I will... spend your birthday with Yichen every year." When Tang Shaohan mentioned Shen Yichen, his expression was unnatural for a moment.

The orange-red candle flame kept dancing, and her fair face was as moist as fine jade. Looking at the cake, she lowered her long eyelashes slightly, "Thank you for taking great pains to help me celebrate my birthday."

It was not her birthday, and since that incident, every day has been a painful torture for her.

If Shen Qingzong hadn't called them back with a tough attitude today, maybe she would have passed it in a normal way, let alone remembering that today is her birthday.

"Make a wish and blow out the candles." Tang Shaohan urged her, and Song Qingyue closed her eyes.

She has no wishes, no desires.

Pretending to close his eyes and make a wish, he blew out the candle after opening his eyes.

Tang Shaohan turned on the light, cut a cake for her, "Try it quickly and see if it tastes good."

Song Qingyue scooped up a little with a spoon, and frowned.

"What's wrong? Is it hard to eat?"

The smell is very weird, Song Qingyue frowned, seeing his concern, she had a faint guess in her heart, and asked tentatively, "Could it be...you made it yourself?"

Wen Jun's face was covered with a thin layer of blush, and he nodded in embarrassment, "I went to the cake shop to learn how to make pastries, but it seems that I don't have the talent to make pastry. It shouldn't be bad…”

"It's delicious." Song Qingyue ate the cake spoon by spoonful after saying it was delicious.

The wishes of others cannot be ruined.

"Thank you for spending my birthday with me, and thank you for your hard work."

Tang Shaohan raised his thin lips, showing a good-looking smile and neat white teeth, "I used to spend birthdays with you, didn't I? Now that I'm back, I will be as careful as I used to be. What I do today is for my sake. Make up for the regrets of the past few years."

No, they can't actually go back to the past, but Tang Shaohan is as gentle as ever, careful and considerate in doing things, and often brings a lot of touch to people.

If the person she fell in love with before was Tang Shaohan
, maybe there is no need to be so sad...

"Okay, okay, don't eat it." Tang Shaohan put the cake away embarrassingly, and snatched the fork from her hand, "I will pay you one later, this is too bad, so I won't get sick if I eat it badly."

As he spoke, he cleaned up the mess neatly, threw the rest of the cake into the trash can, glanced at his watch, and said with a slight smile, "You're already off work, I'll take you back."

"... "

Tang Shaohan pulled Song Qingyue up involuntarily, and led her out until she got into the car. Song Qingyue was still in a fog, and things jumped so fast that she couldn't accept it for a while...

Obediently reported the address, Tang Shaohan sent her downstairs to the small apartment.

When she got out of the car and was about to enter the apartment building, Tang Shaohan stopped her, "Qingyue!"

Looking back in doubt, he was caught off guard and hugged into a warm embrace. There was a faint smell of disinfectant on his body, and his clear voice was slightly hoarse, "Qingyue, I like you."

(End of this chapter)