After Little Half Moon went missing, Ye Langhua’s hair turned white overnight.
No one knew how desperate she was in her heart.
She wanted to die but didn’t dare.
She had to face pain while living.
Aunt Lang lowered her head to wash the vegetables.
Drip --
A tear fell into the clear water, rippling in circles.
Xiao Mei walked over and asked, “Aunt Lang, are you cooking noodles for Miss Weiyue?”
“MMM.”Aunt Lang nodded. “Weiyue said she wants to eat spring noodles?”
“Spring noodles?”Xiao Mei frowned. Shouldn’t she eat longevity noodles on her birthday? Then, she said, “Why don’t I go and order a cake for Miss Weiyue?”
Order a cake?
Aunt Lang was stunned. “Why do you want to order a cake?”
Xiao Mei looked at Aunt Lang. “Aunt Lang, did you forget that today is Miss Weiyue’s Birthday?”