I Am Ji Zitong (1)

Mu Yuchen lifted a hand and gently held his head. He relaxed for a while before saying softly, "Mmm, Aunty passed away on this day."

When he said this, Xi Xiaye was stunned and she turned to look at him. His gaze remained still as water, yet he did not say anything for a long while.

"I'm surprised that someone would remember that day. Grandfather and Grandmother probably don't remember anymore since they forced themselves to forget."

He leaned against the sofa, his eyes a little dazed as if he was recalling something. His expression was calm and distant too. "I remember that it was a very lively Qixi festival that year. After a long period of recovery, Aunty's depression seemed to be improving. Even if it was a day of festivities, my grandmother wanted to go out for a walk with her, and at the same time, get some new clothes for her. They brought Lingtian along too. He was very young then, barely five years old. It was so long ago..."