The living room was filled with colorful balloons, and the walls were decorated with the words "happy birthday," "生日快乐," and "Gao Jun," creating an atmosphere of birthday cheer.
On the coffee table sat a delicately crafted cake that resembled a piece of art, vibrant flowers that seemed ready to drip with beauty, and beautifully wrapped gift boxes. The sound of pure instrumental music, "ding ding dong dong," flowed gently from the absurdly high-end speakers beside the television, like a clear spring in the mountains, pleasing to the ear.
"Tap tap tap—" came the crisp sound of high heels clicking against the wooden floor.
Gao Jun looked in the direction of the sound and saw Li Ziyang in black high heels, gracefully walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.
She was frowning slightly, her gaze drifting outside the window, as if pondering some profound philosophical question.
