"Is it?" Yi Jin from a little smile, directly Ling is still sitting in his lap.

She exclaimed, subconsciously embracing his neck.

"How much do you care about me?" His face was close to hers, and his beautiful eyes gazed at her affectionately and gently.

His eyes, like the scenery of spring, made her indulge in it.

"For your birthday, I'll... Er, be well prepared." She blushed slightly and said, "besides, I'd like a birthday present, but when I send it to you, you can't give it up."

His eyelashes trembled slightly. "No matter what you give me, I won't give up, but my birthday..." he hesitated, "I don't want to have anyone else, just the two of us, OK?"

She is tiny Zheng for a while, "only we two people?"

"Well, I don't need anyone else to participate in my birthday." He low tunnel, eyes, across a touch of depression.

"Is there any reason?" She could not help asking, did not miss the depression in his eyes.

He clenched his thin lips and buried his head deep in her neck. She could feel his breathing, which seemed to become heavy.

It was as if something heavy was hidden in his heart.

"Ah Jin, we are already husband and wife. You can tell me if there is anything. Even if I have the ability, I may not be able to help you share, but at least I can listen to you." Ling is still gentle.

He hugged her a little more. To him, she was like the only person in the world that he could rely on.

Only in front of her can he release his vulnerable side. "The day after my birthday, the woman left me and my father."

She was stunned. After a while, she reflected that the woman in his mouth should be his mother.

"At that time, I thought everything was so beautiful, it was like having a dream. On my birthday, she didn't argue with her father again and bought me a small cake, but the next day, all my dreams were broken..."

his voice was floating in the air, and his tone of voice was gentle and indifferent, as if he was just saying something Ordinary things, but each one, let Ling still feel is so heavy.

"No matter what my father and I asked, she left without looking back. If she didn't leave, then my father would not die... Why did she give me a dream first and then smash it hard?"

He murmured, and it was only when he said the last sentence that his voice finally rose and fell.

Ling still hands, gently ring each other's back, back to embrace the man in front of him. How long has he kept these words in his heart?

She always knew that his mother was a pain in his heart.

Now, it is a good thing that he is willing to say these things. At least, this pain is no longer buried in his heart, but he is willing to vomit to her.

"Ah Jin, your birthday in the future will not be a fragile dream. Every birthday in the future will be our happy memories." She said so.