Xie Jiasen parked the car in front of the supermarket at the entrance of the residential area.

A few minutes later, he opened the car door again, holding a bag in his hand filled with beer.

"Why did you buy so much?" I asked.

Xie Jiasen furrowed his brow slightly and started the car.

After returning home, Xie Jiasen drank two cans of beer in one breath.

Just as he opened the third can, the doorbell suddenly rang.

It was a delivery rider:

"Sir, your order has arrived."

"Alright, thank you."

It was only when Xie Jiasen turned around that I saw what he was holding in his hand, a box of birthday cake.

He carefully took out the cake and lit a few candles.

Then, he reached out and turned off the living room lights:

"Happy birthday."

"A'zhi."

The flickering flame reflected on Xie Jiasen's face, making his smile at the corner of his lips even more gentle:

"Also, I wish you a happy 14th birthday."

After saying that, he leaned closer to the cake, gently blew out the candles, and the entire room instantly plunged into darkness.

The memories of when I was 14 years old appeared in my mind.

...

I became an orphan on my 14th birthday.

My mother, who had promised to take me out for a birthday meal, did not show up at the school gate on time.

I complained as I walked back home.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw my mother lying in a pool of blood.

I walked into the living room in a daze and saw several crimson words written on the originally fair wall.

"Do you like this gift, Shen Yan?

"The person who killed your wife is you.

"The next person to die will be your daughter."