Even after they all stopped singing, Sun's hands were still covering her face as she cried.
"Grandmother. Are you okay?" Muchen asked her softly.
He saw her bob her head up and down before sniffing.
Her maid quickly handed her a handkerchief to wipe off the tears on her face.
She understood better than anyone how Sun felt because she was also crying.
For years, the poor woman was neglected. Her birthdays had been like every other day. She did irrelevant things and that was it.
But this year, today, they suddenly remembered her. She hadn't thought she would ever see anything like this before she died.
Sun tried to smile as she cleaned her face. She couldn't believe she had lost her cool just like that and cried in front of everyone.
"I know you blockheads would never think about throwing me a birthday party. Whose idea was this?" She asked her family that were gathered around her.
