"Is that true?" Yi Jinli smiled slightly and hugged Ling Yiran and sat on his lap.

She exclaimed and subconsciously hugged his neck.

"Then how much do you care about me?" His face had already approached her, and his beautiful eyes stared at her affectionately and tenderly.

His eyes were like the lake and mountains in spring, which made her indulge in it.

"I... well, I will prepare for your birthday." She said with a slightly red face. "And I have thought about the birthday gift, but when I give it to you, you are not allowed to dislike it."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, "No matter what you give me, I won't dislike it, but my birthday..." He hesitated for a moment, "I don't want anyone else, I just have the two of us, okay?"

She was slightly stunned, "Are we the only two of us?"

"Well, my birthday doesn't need anyone to participate." He said softly, with a hint of depression in his eyes.

"Is there any reason?" she couldn't help asking, not missing the depression in his eyes.

He pursed his thin lips tightly and buried his head deeply into her neck. She could feel his breathing as if it had become heavier.

It seemed as if something heavy was hidden in his heart.

"A Jin, we are already husband and wife. If you have any questions, you can tell me that even if my abilities may not be able to share them, but at least, I can listen to you." Ling Yiran said gently.

He hugged her a little more tightly, and to him, she was like the only person in this world whom he could rely on.

Only in front of her can he release his fragile side. "The next day on my birthday, that woman left me and my father."

She was stunned. After a moment, she realized that what "that woman" he said should be his mother.

"At that time, I thought everything was so beautiful, it was like a dream. On my birthday, she didn't have another argument with her father, and even bought me a small cake, but the next day, all the dreams were broken..."

His voice drifted in the air, and his tone of speaking was calm and calm, as if he was just talking about an ordinary thing, but each one made Ling still feel so heavy.

"No matter how my father and I beg, she still left without looking back. If she hadn't left, then my father wouldn't die... Why did she give me a beautiful dream first and then shatter it hard?"

He murmured, and it was not until the last sentence that his voice finally changed.

Ling Yiran's hands gently wrapped around the other party's back and hugged the man in front of him. How long have he been hiding these words in his heart?

She always knew that his mother was a pain in his heart.

And now, it is a good thing that he is willing to say these things. At least, the pain is no longer buried deep in his heart, but is willing to vomit lightly at her.
Chapter completed!