When they walked outside, the sky was completely dark. In late autumn, the weather suddenly became cold. It was just gloomy a few hours ago, but now it was snowing.

Herman Easton, who was in his arms, was like a wild cat, Jared Cromwell decided to straight carry him on his shoulder.

"Stop it. I'll take you home." Jared Cromwell shouted coldly.

Herman Easton was completely drunk. He leaned his head against Jared Cromwell's ear, breathing heavily. "I, I don't have a home....."

Jared Cromwell's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

After a while, he softened his tone. "You will have it."

Herman Easton rubbed his neck like a spoiled child. "I want to listen to story....."

Jared Cromwell carried him on his back and walked slowly on the road. The car was parked relatively far away. He had to carry Herman Easton and walked for quite a long time. "No way."

"Tell me! I want you to tell a story. Tell me!"

Jared Cromwell holding him and frowned. "Why are you so f*cking annoying?! What story do you want to listen?"

"I want to listen to The Golden Lotus."

Jared Cromwell almost threw Herman Easton on the ground.

Is he f*cking kidding with him?

He calmed down, but his tone was still terribly cold and harsh. "Shut up, we will go back soon."

Herman Easton pulled Jared Cromwell's handsome face away in a daze. "Why do you ask me to shut up? Who are you?"

Well, now he not even recognized him.

This drunkard was d*mn annoying.

Jared Cromwell did not answer Herman Easton's question.

Herman Easton, however, seemed to be on good terms with Jared Cromwell. He tried to stare at Jared at Jared Cromwell's face with his eyes wide open, and then smiled cunningly. "Hey, these sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes look pretty good. Are you coming to my club as a gigolo? I promise..... I will make you the most popular one on this street!"

Jared Cromwell's face suddenly darkened.

Herman Easton still did not realize he would be soon in trouble. "Oh, actually I know who you are. You are that id.....idiot, bad*ss, stinky man. The d*mn b*stard, Jared Cromwell!"

Jared Cromwell clenched his fists, trying to restrain the impulse to beat him.

"Everyone, raise your neon sticks and shout with me - Jared Cromwell is a b*stard!" Herman Easton was already drunk and kept repeated. "Jared Cromwell is a b*stard! A b*stard....."

Jared Cromwell was so angry that his teeth were clenching. He was thinking about how he should punish this Herman Easton for this one day.

Finally, he arrived at the park lot. He put Herman Easton down, opened the door with a cold face, and stuffed him into the back seat.

Herman Easton struggled desperately, standing far away from the car as if he was avoiding a wild beast. "I don't want to take the car."

"Get in. I'll bring you home."

Herman Easton sat on the ground, throwing a tantrum like a child. "I don't want to take the car! I want to walk, I want to take a walk!"

Jared Cromwell gritted his teeth and felt like smacking Herman.

It was late at night, and it was snowing. Why did he want to walk?!

The drunk Herman Easton ignored this. "No, I want to take a walk. I want to take a walk."

Jared Cromwell witnessed Herman Easton's behavior. After a while, he slammed the door shut and said aggressively, "What are you doing?"

Herman Easton sat on the ground, his drunken eyes reflecting the light of the street lamps. "But I really want to take a walk....."

Jared Cromwell took a deep breath. After a few moments, he squatted down as if he had resigned himself to his fate. "Sh*t. I must have done something terrible in my previous life. Lie on my back and I'll take you for a walk! Such bad luck."

Herman Easton suddenly threw himself on Jared Cromwell and held his neck with satisfaction, smelling the pleasant fragrance of the man.

There was a thin layer of snow on the road, so Jared Cromwell walked carefully with every step. Herman Easton who was on his back became less noisy and quite.

After a while, he only heard Herman Easton mumbling in a daze. He asked, "What did you say?"

Herman Easton muttered, "You were so mean to me today."

Jared Cromwell snorted and did not say a word.

"And you don't have a sense of kindness at all." Herman Easton tilted his head. "You certainly don't know when was my birthday."

The night was very quite. It was snowing, and there were no cars on the road. Under the vast night sky, it seemed that there were only the two of them walking slowly under the swirling snowflakes.

"My grandparents and mother are gone. It turns out that there's no one in the world to remember my birthday anymore....."

Jared Cromwell could not help but paused his pace.

Is it Herman Easton's birthday?

In his five years of memory, he did not remember Herman Easton's birthday at all.

Correct, he did not know when was Herman Easton's birthday, not to mention to celebrate for him.

On Julian Nye's birthday, he would bring a large group of brothers. He would start preparing half a month before the day. When the day reached, he would board a cross-country plane, across the Pacific Ocean, send Julian Nye gifts and cakes, and give him the most lively and enjoyable party.

What about Herman Easton's birthday?

Did anyone remember his birthday over the past five years?

Was he alone in a dim corner of the room, holding a stray cat that was as lonely as him, with a petty and disappointed expression, and wishing himself happy birthday in the quite atmosphere?

He had slept with Herman Easton for five years, and Herman Easton had gave all his heart to him.

He .....did not wish Herman Easton a happy birthday even once.

Thinking of this, he felt a slight sting in his heart. He sighed and said, "Tell me when your birthday is. I'll celebrate it with you this year. Okay?"

Herman Easton was still talking to himself, "I also want someone to say 'happy birthday' to me..... I also want to have a delicious birthday cake. You bought Julian Nye a cake which cost three thousand dollars, can you buy me one as well? I am not greedy, I only need one that costs thirty dollars....."

Jared Cromwell suddenly seemed to choke up and he could not say a word.

Herman Easton, who was drunk, had finally got everything off his chest.

What remained was the softest, most gentle, and most petty inner heart.

For five years, he had never heard Herman Easton complaining to him like a spoiled child. He always thought that Herman Easton did not need any attention. However, maybe on every lonely birthday, when Herman Easton saw Julian Nye surrounded by fresh flowers and blessings, but he did not even get a simple happy birthday wish and a thirty dollar cake. No matter how strong he looked on the outside, he might have teared up when no one was noticing.

Everyone had their wronged and sad things in life, Herman Easton had no exception.

Herman Easton's eyes were blurry, and his voice became lower and lower. "Julian Nye receives so many gifts, and you are so kind to him. But..... can you wish me a happy birthday? Every time it's my birthday, I'll wait for you to say happy birthday to me, just one sentence is enough. But each time I waited until 12 o'clock, and you never told me....."

A tear dropped down on Jared Cromwell's cheek.

"I'm also very kind to you, but why are you so generous to Julian Nye and so stingy to me?" Herman Easton was drunk, but he could still feel the pain and grievance in his heart. "I don't have parents or someone to love me. But you can't keep bullying me like this....."

Jared Cromwell walked very slowly with Herman Easton on his back. Snowflakes fell on their black hair and suits.

The dim street lights reflected the snowflakes flying all over the sky. For a moment, the world seemed to be stagnant, the sound of snow pressing the branches and footsteps on the snow were the only things they could hear.

The world was drop dead silent.

It was so quiet that it would easily make people feel sore and aching in their hearts.