Because she was really a little scary, just like everyone who really existed in his life, Ji Baimo only felt that his heart was being held in his arms and had difficulty breathing. He couldn't help but want to hold the little girl in his arms and tell her.

--Happy birthday.

In fact, Ji Baimo did do this. He walked up to him and wanted to hug the little girl, but his hand passed through the little girl.

He does not exist.

If this is a memory, it does not exist in this memory.

The little girl knew nothing, just hugged the doll in her arms. Her best friend, her eyes were black, her short arms and legs carefully climbed onto the bed, put the steamed bun on the head of the bed, and she obediently lifted the quilt and lay in. The photo frame was held in her arms from beginning to end and did not let go. She held it in her arms as a treasure, closed her eyes with satisfaction, and kissed the doll's cheek.

"Do you think too? Well! They are too busy." The little girl chatted to the doll.

"Okay, good night, I will definitely work hard, be more obedient." She spoke to the doll and nodded solemnly at the doll.

Her voice was so slim and she lay on the bed with her body curled up, blinking her eyes, her eyes were red, tears kept falling, and the pillow was soaked.

"I don't want to cry...I...I'll change my birthday wish." The little girl said with grandma, and with sobs, she wiped her eyes randomly.

"I...I want to get sick, I'm very serious, this way...this way I'll be the same as my sister." The little girl spoke, her eyes were wet. After all, she was a three or four-year-old child. She couldn't help but cry. She just bit her mouth tightly and wiped her tears, as if she was afraid that her appearance would be hated by others when she was seen.

Ji Baimo didn't feel annoyed, he just felt distressed.

After crying for a long time, there was a large amount of water stains on the pillow. She fell asleep, her eyes closed and the corners of her mouth were raised, looking very satisfied. It seemed that she was dreaming that she had dreamed of something very good. The wish she made in the dream came true. Her fleshy little hands held the photo frame tightly and refused to let go. Even though it hurt a little, the redness and swelling on the white and tender forehead had not subsided, and the tears on the corners of her eyes were gone.

Ji Baimo walked forward, his hands stroking the little girl's forehead, even if this did not help.

"Happy birthday."

He didn't know who this little girl was, but... subconsciously, he felt that this was the first time he saw this person crying, which made him heartbroken.

And then...

Ji Baimo woke up.

He opened his eyes and looked at the room with a little stunned look. The curtains were pulled up, and only an orange light was lit in the room. With the blessing of such light, it was really like the... gray scroll, gloomy and breathless depression, and the little girl lying on the bed talking to the doll.

The clock on the wall pointed at eight o'clock, and Ji Baimo was not sleepy at all now. He got up in a loose pajamas, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette directly.

The scene in his mind was lingering, Ji Baimo frowned slightly, and the faint smoke covered the thoughts in his eyes. I don’t know what he remembered, Ji Baimo called.
Chapter completed!