Old Lady Xie's voice sounded very old in the darkness, as if it carried countless melancholy and desolation.
"I've been thinking about it…" she said.
Old Master Xie listened to his boss's voice and didn't say anything.
They had five sons. He knew that in his wife's heart, the one she loved the most was actually the third son.
Although that incident had passed, no one mentioned it again.
But ...
They all knew that the scar had always been there.
Perhaps, it had never healed.
He was the same. He thought that after so many years, he did not care so much anymore.
However, he couldn't control himself. He was actually calling Third Brother in his dreams…
Old Madam Xie seemed to be talking to herself, ""Third Brother's birthday is coming soon…February 2nd, Dragon Raises Its Head…"
The birthday of the third son of the Xie family was on the second day of the second lunar month.
It was a very special day.
