Having finally won the favor of Linhao and Jiayun, that brother and sister, Ruan Peifan was flattered and a little overwhelmed. He hurriedly smiled and said, "Let's all sing Happy Birthday to my sister together, then we can cut the cake, okay?"
Linhao and Jiayun nodded vigorously, and at once all the lights in the hall went out. Jia Xuan secretly twisted Linhao and Jiayun, leaned close to their ears and scolded, "You two traitors."
Linhao and Jiayun couldn't care less. With cake to eat, who would bother about anything else.
With a soft "puff," a tuft of ghostly blue flame flared up in the darkness—it was Ruan Peifan flicking his lighter. The faint firelight lit up his face, still very youthful and handsome, and carrying a hint of artistic aura. He was that campus heartthrob so many girls adored.
If Zhan Lingtao had never gotten into her heart first, Jia Xuan really might have liked him, had a romance with him, maybe even walked into marriage.
