It was 9 p.m.
Zack was standing at my door, holding a matcha cake that I loved.
The moment I opened the door, he looked at me with an aggrieved expression.
"When you snapped at me just now, I was actually a little mad," he said. "However, since it is your birthday today, I guess I'll forgive you."
I had to admit, I was touched. These past few days had been so chaotic that I had completely forgotten my own birthday. Yet he remembered.
He had called me all day, yet I ignored every one of them.
Even when I finally answered, I immediately scolded him without even letting him speak.
Every time, he would comfort himself, cheer himself up, then turn around and smile at me like nothing happened.
A young man's feelings were always the most honest and passionate. They were different from the
