Summary
This is the tenth year since my death. Chen Yue took care of the corpse in the rainy night, then went to the store and bought a cake.
I drifted after him, floating all the way back home.
He cleaned himself up, sat down in front of the sofa, carefully took out the cake, and lit the candle.
The candlelight flickered, illuminating his handsome, slender face.
“This is the tenth year since you left.”
Chen Yue gazed at the cake, his eyes gentle and lingering. “Happy birthday, Yiyi.”
Yiyi was the name he gave me.