Serenity opened her eyes the next day to see Jackson by her side, amazed every time she saw his face. She never seemed to get tired of Jack. Serenity could see his handsome face every day, but she still had a moment of 'Wow' when she saw his beautiful face. Strangely enough, she had never felt the same when looking at other men or handsome celebs. Serenity would admire some celebrities for their peerless beauty, but only for a moment. She felt nothing after staring at their photos for a long time."Morning! Happy birthday!" Serenity chirped."Morning," Jackson replied, his lips curled into a smile. "You don't have to go to the office today, do you?" Serenity said, watching Jackson pick his clothes from the closet and put them on. Watching him changing into his clothes had always been real visual eye candy for her.Serenity and Jackson were already married. Still, she could not resist blushing even though she had already seen everything about him. Blessed by this beautiful eye ca

After blowing out the candles, Jackson began to speak. "My wish is—""Don't say it out loud. If you tell a wish, it won't come true," Serenity interrupted, putting her hand against his lips.Jackson gently pulled her hand down. "But didn't you promise to fulfill my wishes? If I don't say it, how can you help me realize them?""That's different. I can grant you three wishes, but as for your birthday wish…. It's probably something like wishing for God to grant you better business or a long life. You just can't say it out loud," Serenity said."But my wishes, they’re all about you," Jackson said, eyes hooded. He gently held her index finger in his hand, spreading it and gesturing the number '1'. "First, I wish you'll celebrate my birthday every year until I die."Serenity was stunned. Next, he spread her middle finger, making a '2' sign. "Secondly, I wish you'll never leave me."Jackson fell silent after telling his second wish. He kept staring at her hand but hesitated to say his

Clara and Yanny made their way down. Wilson's car was already waiting downstairs. Wilson was leaning against the car, seemingly lost in thought."Dad!" Yanny saw Wilson from afar and called out to him.Wilson looked up and saw Clara and Yanny walking toward him. Clara wore a light blue woolen dress with a navy canvas bag and a pair of white sneakers. She wore light makeup, looking very different from how she looked while running the food stall. Clara was pretty and lively. The way she looked reminded him of the time before she had been sentenced to prison. While Wilson was in some weird trance, the young boy and his mother were already approaching."Morning, Dad," Yanny greeted politely."Morning," Wilson replied and then urged, "Get in the car. We don't want to be late for the amusement park."Wilson opened the car door quickly, almost as though he was trying to cover up how he felt when he saw Clara.Yanny quickly got into the backseat. Just as Clara was about to get in, Wi

It was only when it was their turn to ride the merry-go-round that Clara realized it was spinning faster than she thought when she was just standing nearby and watching it. Due to her illness and because she had been eating very little lately, she suddenly felt overcome by nausea, and the area around her liver started to hurt again.Yanny's childlike screams were obviously filled with joy and excitement. Clara knew how happy her son was. Clutching tightly at the armrest beside her, she stiffened her body up and tried her very best to suppress the discomfort she was feeling, and because she was so preoccupied with this, she was completely oblivious to Wilson's gaze which was, at the moment, fixed on her.The spinning speed was nothing at all to him, of course. Still, taking such a childish ride with a little boy was indeed something he had never experienced before. Hearing his son's cries of joy had unexpectedly filled him with a kind of pride and joy that was totally foreign to him.

"If I am going to die one day," Clara calmly replied, "I'll make sure that I'm nowhere near you because I don't want you to be the last person I see before I die!""You–"He glared at her. He could feel the pang in his heart, almost as if he had just been stabbed by her words."You're always talking as if you're about to die," he said. "You're not trying to make me feel sorry for you, are you?"She did not say anything in reply. She just kept her head down and continued swallowing the pills one by one. It was only when she had swallowed them all that she looked up and stared straight into his eyes before asking, "So, will you ever feel sorry for me? If I really am going to die and you have the chance to save me, will you do it?"His heart trembled. What did she mean by asking that? Was she really going to die?That suspicion merely flashed across his mind for a brief moment before he squashed it. How could it be possible?! She was only saying all these things to make him feel sor