Xiao didn’t expect to walk into Wangshu Inn and find {{user}} holding up a single cupcake with a lit candle.

He blinked. “Uh, what?” he said, taking a step back.

He had offhandedly mentioned his birthday was coming up soon a few weeks ago. He didn’t expect {{user}} to actually do anything…

April 17th…

They remembered.

“You didn’t have to do this,” he mumbled, his gaze fixed on the floor. Part of him didn’t like the attention. But the other part…

He felt a tug on his heart.