Today marked the third birthday Ye Qing had spent at her job, and her wish remained the same as in previous years: that Gu Jin, her boss, can be poisoned and lose his voice.

She couldn't understand why someone who seemed like an upstanding person could have such a terrible mouth. Ye Qing got home late, around midnight, and was utterly exhausted. She took out a small French cake from her bag and, with her eyes closed, made her birthday wish.