Man, what's wrong with you?

In the past, his birthdays were always celebrated with rich and delicious birthday dishes that Sherry prepared days in advance. From Chinese food to Western food, all his favorite dishes would be served at the table.

However, this year was different.

Sherry had quickly removed the cake's package, and then she decorated it carefully with the candles she had prepared.

"Do you want to make a birthday wish?" She asked indifferently like she couldn't care less about his answer, and she was just going through the motions of what was expected of her.

Her calm and apathetic facade filled Jeremy with so much anger that he was afraid he would go crazy from it. It was the same as he had felt the other day when Steve wanted to have sex with Sherry.

Every year, she used to badger him to make his wishes, and her wide, innocent eyes would stare at him excitedly as he did.

'Where did that Sherry go?' he wondered in despair.

He looked down at the cake, where a single candle was burning and slowly melting. It was a long time before he could talk, and only a single hum escaped his lips, but he immediately backtracked because not saying anything would only worsen the atmosphere between them.

He cleared his throat and suggested, "Why don't you make a wish for me instead?"

Sherry was visibly stunned at his request, and then she opened her mouth to talk. But instead, the only sound that came out of her lips was, "Hmm."

And then it was her turn to be awkward, as the room was engulfed in silence once again.

Jeremy looked at her in the silence, as rage built up inside him like waves that were crashing nearer and nearer to the shore. She barely said a word! Where was the Sherry from years before, when she would've cheered by his side and showered him with enthusiastic kisses? The thoughts in his mind clouded his eyes, and the tension built between them, thick as the purest honey.

The candles gradually burnt out. Jeremy did not make a wish, and Sherry did not ask again.

of candle was extinguished, and then she stood up and said, "You eat the noodles

have a gift for me?" He internally winced when his voice sounded thick and rough like the gravel in

somewhat uneasy. He didn't know why, but her announcement

it is in just a little while. It's a special birthday present, and

Jeremy had already finished his bowl of noodles. It was the first

"Where is your present?"

asked, and his voice startled her to her senses. At first, Sherry felt

what if he liked the noodles that I made? Why should I feel lucky?

thoughts to the side, as she smiled bitterly at Jeremy.

"You..."

papers in his hand. He put down the chopsticks on the table with a crash,

eyes burning with rage, and

sat quietly, a picture of cold indifference. She said calmly, "I think this is the gift that

his tongue felt thick in his mouth, and the words refused

he feel like this now? He should be pleased, but he felt like ice was flowing in his veins, and like the floor had been pulled

what trick are you

stood up and walked toward her with heavy steps, trying to understand the

be stupid!" However, there was no trace of worry in

and free, a feeling that seemed so unfamiliar

we have come this far, and I'm getting tired of this. What else can I do?" If he thought that she was defeated, he was

as if he was struck by