The doomsday big shot from the Xuanmen sect caught the last train for transmigration, becoming the fake daughter in an abusive novel. At the start, she evaded various ill-intentioned individuals on...
If they had been willing to leave Zuo Chen even the slightest bit of something, Zuo Chen wouldn't be in such a difficult situation now.
But not a single thing was left.
Whether it's luck or destiny.
They swallowed it all greedily, leaving not a single bit behind.
Qu Jian'er exerted force in her hand.
She chopped the cutting board, and with a loud bang, the fruit slices turned into fruit juice.
The Zuo father and son, who were originally discussing something, rushed over and saw Qu Jian'er standing to the side with her head down.
He Yun reacted quickly, holding the perfectly intact cake, and didn't forget to comfort the child: "You didn't hurt yourself, did you? It's okay, child, the cake is with your aunt."
Zuo Chen walked to Qu Jian'er's side: "Are you hurt?"
After confirming that his mother was alright.
He didn't care about the cake at all; his eyes were full of worry as he looked at Qu Jian'er.
Qu Jian'er looked up: "Yes."
Zuo Chen frowned: "Where?"
Qu Jian'er wanted to cry but couldn't: "My heart is broken!"
Zuo Chen pursed his lips: "..."
Qu Jian'er continued to ramble on: "The fragile cutting board inflicted ten thousand points of damage on my young heart, and I, powerless and helpless, could not retaliate."
Zuo Chen looked at He Yun in silence: "It's good that Mother is alright. Let me help you to rest."
He Yun was startled, but she shook her head slightly and handed the cake to Zuo Chen: "I'll watch you blow out the candles."
She had already noticed the change in Zuo Chen's mental strength, and she believed that with Qu Jian'er around, Zuo Chen would be safe.
so.
She wanted to fulfill her dream of celebrating her son's birthday with him.
Qu Jian'er looked at the bare cream cake and said, "Hey, it's missing the soul of fruit."
Zuo Zhoubai went to get the candles: "It's nothing, it's nothing."
The three of them hummed a birthday song softly.
Zuo Chen's eyes flashed, and he slowly closed them:
If there truly is a God of hope, please listen to my heart's voice and heed my prayers.
May my mother be safe and sound every year.
I hope everything goes well for her.
I hope my wish will come true.
I hope the future will be bright.
I seem to have a lot of wishes. If this is really too much to ask, please grant me the first two...
---Aside---
(*?︶?*) Happy Dragon Boat Festival~~~ Here's an extra chapter to express my gratitude. Thank you all for your monthly tickets, rewards, and recommendations!
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