"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…"
Memories in his mind unfolded like scenes on a scroll.
Originally, Zhou Baiyu felt no sympathy for the child within.
But at this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
He didn't respond to Bai Ling's words.
He simply sang that altered, off-tune version of the Happy Birthday song that Bai Ye had once changed… slowly approaching Bai Ling.
This mother and daughter, the mother plagued with headaches, had a corruption value of one hundred and had transformed into a long-necked monster.
Her face, blurred with flesh and blood, was unreadable. But even after becoming a monster, her last consciousness… was waiting for her husband to come back.
And to protect her daughter.
And the daughter, Bai Ling?
Zhou Baiyu's heart clutched when he looked at Bai Ling.
The Bai Ling in his memory was an absolutely beautiful nascent beauty.