"Is little Chenxi's birthday also today?"
Yan Xinxin looked up upon hearing this.
"Yeah, yeah!"
Little Chenxi obediently nodded her tiny head.
"Auntie said that the day I arrived at their home is my birthday. Just now, Sister Qianshui even said she wants to take me home to celebrate it."
Hearing the little one's innocent response, Yan Xinxin felt a pang in her chest.
Five years ago today, she had given birth to little Xi and the angel who had already departed. And on this same day, little Chenxi had been abandoned at the orphanage by Mu Qianshui.
The two little ones sat side by side. Yan Xinxin took out the sea salt birthday cake she'd made herself and lit five candles.
She suddenly glanced back at the man, who seemed lost in thought.
"Young Master Mo, your voice is so pleasant. Surely, you must sing even better. How about singing the birthday song for them?"
Mo Chuxi snapped back to attention, startled.
Singing?
He never sang.
Because...
