"It's quite a coincidence."
"But this also proves that your meeting was destined by Heaven."
"And Tian Er, if he were still alive now, he would be twenty-four, wouldn't he?" the beautiful woman said with a laugh.
Qin Feiyang felt a lump in his throat and chuckled, "I never thought Auntie would remember so well."
But at this point, Qin Zhong sighed, "It's not because our Mistress has an excellent memory."
"Then why?" Qin Feiyang asked.
"Since the Prince left, our Mistress has celebrated his birthday every year."
"Although the Prince wasn't present at every celebration, and our Mistress celebrated alone, she has never once forgotten," Qin Yi sighed.
Hearing these words, the tears Qin Feiyang had been holding back finally broke free and streamed down his cheeks.
The beautiful woman frowned. "Qin Yi, say no more."
