The lights flickered back on, Gao Ming's back was already soaked with cold sweat. He took the candles one by one, wiped them clean, and put them in a metal box, which already held many candles.,“Every time Dad and Mom came home, there were more candles on the cake. Eighteen was coming-of-age, so when eighteen candles appeared, that was my pass.”,Holding her breath, Gao Ming stared intently at the corner of the staircase.。