His heart ached, felt sore, and blocked, as if something was trying to break out from inside.

His facial features had not yet opened, but she could vaguely see his handsome outline in the future, and her cheeks felt slightly hot.

"Qiang...Qiangqiang, you are so beautiful."

He slept with her in his ill-fitting Mickey Mouse pajamas.

Everything is soft, the bed, the quilt and...

In the middle of the night, he heard Xiao Song Xijiao crying out in pain. He opened his eyes and saw Xiao Song Xijiao curled up in a ball, her hands tightly covering her stomach, her face pale with pain.

"Qiangqiang, don't be anxious! Mom taught me that from today on, I am a woman. My stomachache is because I am growing up..."

She put on a sanitary napkin, took painkillers, and lay in bed. She said his body was like a stove and it was so comfortable to hug him.

The next morning, Xiao Song Xijiao made breakfast for Qiangqiang. When she was frying eggs, the oil splashed and burned her hand. She turned pale in pain, but she didn't dare to make a sound. She had promised Qiangqiang last night that she would make breakfast for him.

After applying the burn ointment, she blew on the egg rolling in the hot oil in small puffs, and her lips turned red from the burn.

Qiangqiang suddenly felt that the kitchen was very small, so small that he had nowhere to hide, and the sourness in his chest was about to burst out of his body.

He turned his head to look out the window. The July weather, like a child's face, changed suddenly, and the rain began to fall again.

Xiao Song Xijiao brought breakfast to the table and ate with Qiangqiang. While she was eating, she suddenly stopped and looked annoyed.

"It's over, it's over..."

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot to put salt in my fried eggs."

Qiangqiang was eating the tasteless eggs and suddenly lowered his head and started crying.

"Qiangqiang, don't cry! Is it because the eggs I fried were too bad? Wait, I'll make you something else."

"No one has ever cooked for me, no one has ever asked about my birthday, no one has ever celebrated my birthday, and you are the best person to me in the world."

Xiao Song Xijiao patted her chest and promised, "From now on, I will always treat you well and I will celebrate your birthday every year."