"Make a wish," Dad said, lighting the candles. Mom turned off the lights.,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.,His memories after that were fragmented. Gao Ming couldn't even remember how he got home, only a vague recollection of seeing something terrifying.。