At the same time, Bai Yanfeng jogged over, clutching a smooth and translucent jade flute tightly in his hand. He panted as he handed the flute to Bai Ying, his eyes sparkling with excitement and trepidation: "Dad, take a look, do you like this little flute? I spent a long time choosing to find such a fine flute."
As they spoke, they called Bai Di over and presented the gifts to her one by one.
The white eagle stood frozen in place, staring at the scene before it that was all too familiar.
He knew in his heart that this was the scene that would inevitably occur at home every year on the eve of Bai Di's birthday.
In those days, everyone in the family was happily busy preparing for Bai Di's birthday. They worked tirelessly, searching everywhere and carefully preparing all sorts of gifts, treating Bai Di like a princess in their palms, cherishing her and showering her with love.
At this time of year, Bai Ying always has a big smile on her face and actively participates, enjoying the joy of preparing for her daughter's birthday.
But at this moment, having just experienced that scene with Bai Ying in the noodle shop, he felt as if a huge rock was blocking his chest, making him feel suffocated and uncomfortable.
In his mind, Bai Ying's lonely and desolate figure and the image of Bai Di being surrounded and pampered by everyone kept flashing and intertwining.
Both being children, Bai Ying could only stand alone outside the noodle shop on her birthday, enviously watching others' happy families. Even when she missed them terribly, she could only find someone to pretend she had a father. Bai Di, on the other hand, was surrounded by the love of her family.
The stark contrast stirred up an indescribable bitterness and guilt in Bai Ying's heart. His gaze gradually became complex and profound as he stared blankly at the commotion before him, seemingly detached from it all.
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