Mother's Day

On the way back, Mu Xiyan suddenly thought of something as she excitedly asked Yan Chen, "What's the date today?"

"It should be the 11th today, what's the matter?" Yan Chen said as he drove.

He had a good memory. He should remember the day correctly.

If it was the 11th, then wouldn't tomorrow be … Mu Xiyan's hand subconsciously grabbed her clothes.

Yan Chen had been paying attention to her actions from the corner of his eyes. Seeing the strange expression on her face, he could not help but slow down his car. "Are there any special days during this period?" Or did something happen? "

Mu Xiyan took in a deep breath as a vague and gentle figure appeared in her mind.

"Tomorrow 12th, is … …" The day of my mother's death. "

So many years had passed, and the memory of her mother had faded, no longer so clear.