He fell into deep thought.
She's already lost her mind. Is there even any point in celebrating this birthday?
A few seconds later, he let out a bitter laugh. Of course, there is.
Even if she's gone mad, he's still sane. An Xiaomian's birthday has come—how could it not be celebrated!
He suddenly put away his phone, then walked over to An Xiaomian, crouched down, and reached out to stroke her hair: "An Xiaomian, do you like celebrating birthdays? Where do you like to go on your birthdays? What do you like to eat?"
An Xiaomian naturally didn't understand what he was saying; she only felt someone touching her hair.
She abruptly raised her head, her gaze that had been fixed on the pillow now shifted to Shangguan Xiu. Then, she suddenly smiled.
This was the first time after her mental collapse that she showed Shangguan Xiu such a happy smile.
