The man's expression paused slightly, he rubbed his head, then picked him up and said with a smile, "Alright, don't be sad. Mom is definitely watching us from somewhere; she won't forget today is your birthday."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little boy looked up at the sky as if he could see his mom hiding in the heavens.
Listening to their conversation, An Ruo's heart inexplicably ached.
She stared at them blankly. Clearly, her behavior was strange, yet the man holding the child didn't spare her a glance.
In his eyes, he couldn't see anything anymore. More precisely, there was nothing in this world that could attract his interest.
As they walked past her, An Ruo suddenly felt the urge to call out to them.
"Dad, that auntie is weird, she keeps staring at us," whispered the little boy into the man's ear as they walked away.
The man didn't speak; he was sure he didn't know this person.
