Helan didn't rush to do anything, but Ah Jue gestured triumphantly and took a step closer to the finish line.

As their son, he really broke his heart.

The next day was Lonely Yao's birthday.

This day Helan got up very early, and Lonely Yao didn't seem to notice the birth at all.

For a whole day, both mother and son were busy in the kitchen, and their tired foreheads were all sweaty.

There are a total of twenty-five dishes, accompanied by a heart-shaped cake, there is no grinding tool here, Helan really cut it out little by little.

And in this cake, there is also a letter hidden.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, he finally looked forward to it when it was dark, and Ah Jue came out of the kitchen, covered with the smell of oil smoke.

"You hurry up and take a shower, and then go wait for your father." Heran urged him.

"Okay."

After Ah Ruan accompanied Ah Jue to take a bath, Ah Ruan carried twenty-five dishes and placed them on the table in Lonely Yao's room, and the big cake was placed in the middle of the table.

Ah Jue sat in the room and waited for Silence.

And when Silent Yao didn't enter the door, he smelled the smell of food, he thought it was Ah Jue who had entered the kitchen again, hurriedly walked in, pushed open the door, and was about to say something but saw the dishes on the table.

And a cake he hadn't seen in five years.

Lonely Yao's mind drifted back to five years ago, he leaned against the door, one hand crossed his waist, and squinted at a table of dishes.

He hadn't had a birthday in years.

He walked over slowly and sat down, but Ah Jue didn't speak, and sat very calmly.

The dishes on the table were all the dishes he had made for Helan before, and after counting, twenty-five dishes.

Why Twenty-Five?

Silence Yao could feel that this was all made by Helan, and there was a line of words written on the cake on the table.

I wish you a happy birthday.

He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the nearest dish, and as soon as he ate the dish, all the memories of being trapped by him poured out like a flood of beasts.

His hands trembled slightly, his eyes ached, and he chewed slowly.

Holding the chopsticks with his hand covering his eyes, he lowered his head slightly, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.

Lin Zeyin has always persuaded him in the past few years, and it will be over when it has passed.

In fact, he understands all those truths, but he still misses her very much.

He put down his chopsticks and cut a slice of the cake with the knife he had prepared the morning next to him, catching a glimpse of a corner of the envelope.

Silent Yao's mind moved slightly, and he carefully pulled out the letter little by little, it was stained with the dregs of the stump, he opened the envelope and took out the letter.

[Lonely, I made the dishes, a total of twenty-five dishes, because I am twenty-five years old this year, you have been with me for twenty-five years, these last five years, although you are not by my side, but you have always been in my heart, I have nothing to give you, I only have myself.

Do the math, we've known each other for so many years, you're thirty-three years old, and you've been around since I was ignorant until ...... We have a child, along the way, I am grateful for your company and care, how can I know you and have you.

It's been almost five years, and we're all so old that we don't have much time to splurge anymore.

Your Helan is back, and this time, I won't be leaving. 】

Every word was full of deep affection, and the tears of Lonely Yao swirled in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth to prevent the tears from flowing again.

He crumpled the letter, his hands over his eyes, and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.