"It's okay, it's just a game."

Ye Zi said this, but was still upset, not because of the kiss on his cheek, but on the other side.

Next to the flower bed, the rabbit was still standing there, but the fireworks in his hand had already gone out.

For some reason, Ye Zi felt a little guilty.

He took out his cell phone and wondered if he wanted to send something to the rabbit.

At this moment, the phone vibrated again. Ye Zi immediately opened it.

【Rabbit: Happy birthday.】

As soon as I received this text message, I heard a roar. Fireworks shot straight from the flower bed to the sky. The colorful flowers bloomed freely on the winter night, illuminating the city in an instant. Everyone raised their heads, cheers and awesome sounds one after another.

The rabbit did not say that he set off these fireworks. But Ye Zi was not a fool, he knew that it was a rabbit.

It is hard to describe his feelings at this moment. He is not a girl and will not be as soft-hearted as a girl. But this time, he was really moved. He never thought that someone would do so much for him and care about his things so much. Obviously, no one except his relatives remembers his birthday. But the rabbit remembers. He came here alone, with so many fireworks. He stood next to the flower bed, watching himself lit the tiny firework stick. Then after saying "Happy Birthday", the entire sky was covered with fireworks.

His previous confession rang in his heart again, over and over again.

What kind of relationship is willing to be used, even if it is hated, rejected, or cursed?

Why are rabbits so persistent?

Ye Zi remembered his text message again: "Do you still like fireworks?"

What does it mean?

Ye Ziqing couldn't help but stand up. He had an impulse to see the rabbit, ask him in person, and there were many things.

However, the fireworks above the head continued, and the rabbit had long disappeared.

After the fireworks ended, the aunt who danced the square dance also returned home, and the surroundings became quiet. Ye Zi and his group also embarked on the pace of going home.

No one went to the flower bed and saw where the fireworks were set.

I guess the aunt who cleans the next day will be quite troubled.

Because that place - on the ground and at the bottom of the flower bed, there are words written with small fireworks sticks, densely packed, crooked and extremely clear. It is like a curse hidden in hell, which continues to ring and tirelessly.

"Let go of your hand, who will allow you to touch his..."

"You bunch of trash, get out of here."

"He is mine. I am alone."

"It's so disgusting."

"Go to die."

"Go to die."

"Go to die."

"Die, die, die, die, die, die..."

"Diet to die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die and die..."

Of course, Ye Zi didn't know this. In fact, he was still immersed in the touch of nature.

He didn't know that the hidden danger was about to surface.
Chapter completed!