Hearing the children's birthday song, Ji Yao felt warmth in her heart and stared blankly at the two little ones.
Suddenly, she felt a wetness at the corner of her eye, and upon touching it, she realized that tears had already streamed down her face without her knowing.
Ji Jiaxin ran worriedly up to her, hugging her own legs.
"Mom, why are you crying? Don't you like what we prepared?"
"No, it's not that."
She quickly shook her head and reached down to touch her daughter's hair.
Lu Qiancheng also stepped forward, gently explaining to Ji Jiaxin.
"Xinxin, Auntie Ji isn't crying because she's sad, but because she's moved."
"Moved..."
Ji Jiaxin murmured the word, slowly understanding.
Then, she looked up at Ji Yao with happiness and expectation.
"Mom, is what Brother Qiancheng said true? Are you really moved by what we've done? Does that mean you really like what we did for you?"
"Of course."
Ji Yao squatted down and smiled as she pinched her daughter's little cheek.