Summary
On my birthday, my boyfriend specially bought a cake and celebrated for me in the classroom.
When I closed my eyes to make a wish, someone suddenly shoved my head into the cake.
A sharp pain struck.
There were razor blades hidden in the cake.
When I opened my eyes, the light was blinding. Someone was laughing and taking pictures of my face, covered in cream mixed with blood.
The boyfriend who once cared for me so tenderly was sitting on the desk, smiling as he snapped his fingers:
“The dream is over, Yanyan. Welcome to the real world.”