After listening to her explanation, the expression on Summer Shawcross's face became even more puzzled; birthdays shouldn't require burning paper money.
"It's also his death anniversary." At this moment, Sherry gave a bitter smile and then threw all the paper money in her hand into the fire.
Listening to her words, Summer's heart tightened.
So, that means her child left this world shortly after being born.
Although she herself had never been a mother, at this moment, hearing Sherry's words, Summer couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
"I'm sorry..." Although she had always somewhat disliked Sherry, seeing her like this now, her already not-so-good mood followed Sherry's emotions, becoming even more low and sorrowful.
"It's okay, it's been six years already; even if it was a wound, it should have scarred and faded long ago. It's just that I still can't forget the past." Sherry shook her head, sighed, and then smiled at Summer, her voice devoid of its usual arrogance.
