Su Qianxun could not get what Tang Zui had just said out of her mind as she stood in the elevator. She started off feeling like her heart was being sliced with a knife, but now she felt like a million steel pins were piercing her heart over and over again, and it was an agonizing feeling.
She could not imagine how a person who had never celebrated his birthday would feel. It was even harder for her to imagine the fear and despair of a young child who was abandoned by the person he relied on the most, his mother, on his birthday.
At this moment, Su Qianxun no longer want to dwell on the vague nature of her relationship with Long Sijue. All she wanted to do was to make sure that he got to celebrate his birthday with joy. More than anything, she hoped that every single year from now onwards, there would be someone by his side to celebrate his birthday with him. After all, birthdays were supposed to be a memorable and joyful occasion.
