Chapter 2 When Lilian woke again , it was already the next day . She lay on the guest room bed , her wounds freshly dressed and wrapped in clean , white bandages . She reached for the family photo she kept close to her heart , remembering the promise she'd made to her parents … Six days left . She had to keep her word and try to find a reason to keep living . Glancing at the calendar , her eyes landed on the date she'd circled - a special day . She remembered , today was Silas's birthday . This book had been added on your bookshelf , " Just one last try , " Lilian magne Ignoring the pain in her hands , Lilian spent the entire day in the kitchen . When her fingers blistered from the heat , she'd wrap them up and keep going . The cake burned twice , but she started over each time , refusing to give up . By evening , she finally finished - a beautiful chocolate cake . Lilian then dug out an old photo album she'd treasured for years , picking out snapshots of their younger days , and crafted a handmade scrapbook . At last , she summoned her courage and sent Silas a message . " Silas , I'll be waiting at our old spot . There's something I want to say . " Once the message was sent , Lilian left the house and headed to the restaurant they used to frequent together . Chapter 11 She arrived half an hour early , arranging the cake and the gift on the table , her nerves on edge as she waited . Silas was an hour late . When he finally walked in , sharply dressed in a suit , his expression was cold and distant . The moment he saw the cake on the table , his face darkened . " You forgot ? I stopped celebrating my birthday after my parents died . " His voice was icy as he swept the cake off the table with a single motion . Cream splattered across Lilian's dress , but she didn't flinch . " I know … But it's been so many years . My parents have already paid with their lives , and I've suffered so much … " Her voice trembled . " Can't we let each other go and start over ? " " No ! " Silas's answer was This book had been added on your bookshelf. in you've endured isn't even a tenth of what I went through . " He leaned in , hatred burning in his eyes . " Because your parents drove drunk , I watched my mom , dad , and little sister die right in front of me . My grandpa , who adored me , saw their bodies and was so heartbroken that he had a stroke and died . In one night , I lost everything . " He gripped Lilian's chin tightly . " You want me to let it go ? How could I possibly do that ? " Tears rolled down Lilian's cheeks . " I'm sorry … I really am … " " Silas ! " A sweet voice cut her off . Vivian burst in , wearing a white dress and holding a glass jar filled with colorful lucky stars . " Happy birthday ! " she beamed , handing the jar to Silas . " I made these myself - a thousand in total . Every time you take one out , you get to make a wish with me . " Silas froze . Lilian felt an invisible hand clamp down on her heart , squeezing until she could barely breathe . The scene was painfully familiar . When she was 18 , she'd given Silas a jar just like this , saying those exact words . " Vivi … " Silas's voice was husky . He took the jar , his fingertips brushing the glass , his gaze unfocused , as if he were seeing someone else through Vivian . A moment later , he pulle I love it . Thank you . " This book had been added on your bookshelf . Vivian shot Lilian a triumphant look , then hugged Silas back . " As long as you like it . ' Lilian sat off to the side , her fingers absently tracing the edge of her forgotten scrapbook , her heart torn open and bleeding . She never imagined that the person who would defeat her wouldn't be someone else , but the girl she used to be . Silas would always hate the Lilian she was now , but love the memory of the girl he once called " Lili . "