Every year, she has her birthday, and so does Wei Jiani.
But their mother always remembers Wei Jiani's birthday, while hers seems irrelevant to the family.
Only those who give birth to you and raise you would genuinely care about you, and Sang Zhilan was not one of those people.
"I'll get you a big cake today, my daughter," said Tang Zhinian, who clearly remembered his daughter's birthday. "Today is our sweet girl's sixteenth birthday. We should celebrate it properly. In a couple of years, she'll truly be a young lady."
"Uncle, uncle..." Sisi ran over and hugged Tang Zhinian's leg," Take Sisi with you, I want to buy a present for my sister," she patted the little bag she was carrying on her back, which was filled with the pocket money she'd saved and her New Year's money. Sisi always received presents from her sister on her birthday, all her dolls were bought by her sister.
