Cemetery.
Xi Mu Cheng stood silently in front of a tombstone, beside him was Yun Yao, dressed in a white dress.
"I suddenly remembered that today is the day of my uncle and aunt's sacrifice, so I called you." Yun Yao said, "I probably didn't disturb you."
Xi Mu Cheng remained silent, staring at the black and white photo on the tombstone. How could he forget that today was the day of his parents' sacrifice? He knew it very well, he had known it since he was very young.
However, the more painful the injuries, the more he would be able to reminisce during the night.
His birthday, his family out in a car accident. The day of his parents' sacrifice was his birthday.
So no one ever celebrated his birthday, and he didn't need it. His birth was originally an accident. He was not expected nor blessed by others.