Wen Ran's eyes widened in shock, unable to describe the astonishment and emotions she was feeling inside.
Nanny Zhang sighed softly, after so many years, she could hardly believe when recalling the scene when her mistress jumped off the building, "Indeed, the mistress jumped off the building on the young master's birthday and he witnessed it with his own eyes."
Wen Ran visualized Mo Xiuchen's handsome face and her brows furrowed unwillingly. She could hardly imagine how cruel it must have been for an eight-year-old boy to see his mother jumping off a building.
"Has he celebrated his birthdays these years?"
Wen Ran was suddenly unsure whether the dishes she prepared for Mo Xiuchen's birthday would make him happy. Perhaps for him, every birthday is a cruel memory.
