"But I actually dare not think, if even my birthday... isn't real, what else is left for me?"
"Is it possible that this day is not my real birthday at all and is just made up on a whim..."
——"When I was young, my family was very poor."
Her words were suddenly interrupted by Lin Yun's voice.
When he spoke, Lin Yun's gaze remained ahead, not once shifting towards Bai Jingxuan. It was as if he hadn't intentionally interrupted—rather, he was merely talking to himself:
"Because only my father took care of me and his health was poor, bedridden most of the year, we were always short on money. Basically, we could only live on subsidies and the money my father earned when he was feeling a bit better as our household expenses."
