In front of the tombstone, a little boy sang Happy Birthday to the tombstone:
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to mom..."
The little boy sang and started to cry. After crying for a while, he said, "Mom, I really miss you. Is that the flower shop aunt you? I really want you to hug me again. Can you hug me again?"
If that aunt is you, please come back. Now I get 100% in the exam every time, and I will be a good student every time. As long as you come back, I will listen to you in everything, and I will definitely be a good kid. . . Woohoo. . .
Mom and Dad, I really miss you. Grandpa is dying and I will become an orphan. Please come back. I don't want to be an orphan. . . Woo. . . "
What Chen Ziwei didn't know was that the girl on the tombstone looked exactly like her, with only one word difference in her name.
What she didn't even know was that this little boy she hated so much that she even slapped him would be her only remaining relative. . .
