Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

The living room turned off the lights, two cakes were placed on the table, and a total of twelve candles were plugged in. As the candles flickered, everyone's faces were blurred and full of smiles.

Qin Ting'an sat in front of the table, a cluster of flames lit up her pitch-black pupils, covering them with a bit of warmth, and she even smiled warmly, carefully looking at the cake that belonged to her in front of her.

Sitting next to Qin Ting'an, Qin Yiling rolled her eyes and puffed up her face, not knowing what she was thinking.

The last candle was lit, and Lin Zhinan put away the lighter: "Make a wish, then blow out the candle."

"Let's see what wishes our two babies have." Qin Xun said with a smile.

Qin Ting'an jumped up, closed her eyes and made a wish earnestly. The moment her hands were put together, the world fell into complete darkness. She clearly couldn't see everything around her, but she could imagine every tiny scene. That little bear I saw next to the trash can tonight.

Those quiet dark brown eyes.

Even if abandoned by the world, she is still full of tenderness.

Qin Ting'an's heartbeat was out of balance, and she silently made her birthday wish. Just as she was about to open her eyes and blow out the candles in the next second, she suddenly heard "唰——".

Hurrah.

Like the sound of the wind, and like the sound of snow falling.

Something goes off.

What is standing still.

It turned out to be her heartbeat.

When a person closes their eyes, other senses become extraordinarily sharp, so that all Qin Ting'an's nerves are concentrated on that "swish", she opened her eyes suddenly!

There are no six bright and soft candles in sight, only bare candles that have been blown out.

Tonight is a blizzard, the living room is very dark, the moon is not visible, and the lights are turned off, the whole living room is plunged into deathly darkness.

Can't see each other's faces clearly.

Only silence spreads.

The feeling of suffocation strangling people's throat, subtle embarrassment.

Qin Ting'an was stunned, staring blankly at the extinguished candle. There was no jumping flame. She had to work very hard to open her eyes wide to see the embers after burning. It turned out to be a drop of candle tears dripping along the candle.

pat.

fell on the table.

Leaves burn marks.

Even candles can cry, but she can't, because in this family, tears are Qin Yiling's patent.

"Hee hee..." A burst of bright and mischievous laughter broke the suffocating silence like a silver bell. Qin Yiling sat beside Qin Ting'an leisurely, with his arms resting on the table and his chin in one hand, satisfied they said.

"Now both cakes are mine!"

Qin Yiling would blow out the candles of the two cakes ahead of time, which neither Lin Zhinan nor Qin Xun expected, so they didn't react immediately.

Lin Zhinan frowned slightly, first glanced at Qin Ting'an who was in a daze, then looked at Qin Yiling, and said harshly in a low voice.

"Yi Ling, that's your sister's cake. It's not like mom won't buy it for you if you want anything."

Qin Yiling's eyes turned red, and she pursed her lips: "I just want my sister!! I want it!!!"

The girl's soft and waxy voice became extremely sharp and harsh because it was elevated, and it was always buzzing in Qin Ting'an's ears, as if a small insect had burrowed into her ear along the pinna, and then Climbed into the veins, about to tear her apart.

Inflate the balloon and try to put on a smiling face.

In the end, try your best to control it.

Qin Xun's face was also not very good-looking: "Yi Ling, apologize to my sister."