"Ah..ha..would you like me to write yours as well?" Hua Cheng's handwriting is so atrocious that perhaps even the fire won't understand the words that are on the page when he throws it in. It would be a shame if the man couldn't see anything because of it.

He takes the paper and considers what wish he would want to write down. It takes him a moment but he jots it down and then looks up at Hua Cheng.