C72 Death-cancer

"Yes, about half a year ago."

Ning Lo nodded.

"When I had my birthday six months ago? I don't remember telling you? "

Wiping away her tears, Yem Ruyu said.

"You didn't even tell Qianxue, so it's impossible for you to tell me. I heard you crying on the street corner when I brought Qianxue back to the car to pick up her bag."

"Is your mother all right?"

"Let's do it like that