"Xiao Bai, Aunt Ling has gone for an exchange study, she probably won't have time to accompany you for your birthday this year, but no matter where she is, I think she will be thinking about you, missing you. This is the red egg we always eat on our birthdays, I've brought it for you, so that even there, after eating the red egg, you will have smooth sailing in the coming year."
Lu Xiaojiu placed a red egg in front of his grave, feeling a heavy pain inside, "I cooked it myself and dyed it myself too, you must peel it yourself, you know? Not even having a red egg on your birthday is too pitiful."
