"Really?" Yi Jinli smiled slightly and directly 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 was already close to hers, and his beautiful eyes were staring at her affectionately and tenderly.

His gaze was like the scenery of lakes and mountains in spring, and she couldn't help but indulge in it.

"For your birthday, I... uh, will prepare it well." She blushed slightly and said, "Also, I have also thought about the birthday gift, but when I give it to you, you can

Don’t be dissatisfied.”

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

Pass, okay?"

She was slightly startled, "Is it just the two of us?"

"Well, I don't need anyone else to participate in my birthday." He said in a low voice, with a trace of depression in his eyes.

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

He pursed his thin lips tightly and buried his head deeply into the crook of her neck. She could feel that his breathing seemed to become heavier.

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

"Ajin, we are already husband and wife. If you have any questions, you can tell me. Even if my ability may not be able to help you share the burden, at least I can listen to you." Ling Yiran said gently.

He hugged her a little tighter. To him, she was like the only person in the world that he could rely on.

Only in front of her could he release his vulnerable side. "On the second day of my birthday, that woman left my father and me."

She was stunned, and after a moment, she realized that the "woman" he was referring to should be his mother.

"At that time, I thought everything was so beautiful, as if I had a beautiful dream. On my birthday, she did not argue with my father again and bought me a small cake. But the next day, all the beautiful dreams

All broken..."

His voice floated in the air, and his tone of voice was smooth and indifferent, as if he was just describing an ordinary thing, but every word still made Ling feel so heavy.

"No matter how much my father and I begged, she still left without looking back. If she had not left, then my father would not have died... Tell me, why did she give me a sweet dream first?

And then smash it into pieces?"

He murmured, and it wasn't until he said the last sentence that his voice finally started to change.

Ling Yiran's hands gently wrapped around the other person's back, and hugged the man in front of him back. How long had he kept these words in his heart?

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

But now, it is a good thing that he is willing to say this out. At least, he no longer just buries this pain deep in his heart, but is willing to spit it out to her.

"Ajin, from now on your birthday will not be a fragile dream. Every birthday of yours from now on will be a beautiful memory for us." She said this.
Chapter completed!