She sat nervously at the side of his bed. Biting her lips, she observed the pale little face with agony and mixed emotions.
She reached out her hand to stroke his face, and her heart winced at the coolness she felt at the end of her fingertips.
Her brows kneaded. His skin felt so cold it was devoid of warmth.
Tears gushed from her eyes uncontrollably as great pain gripped her heart.
"Youyou…" she whispered his nickname, worried that she might wake him up.
The heart of Mu Yazhe, who was standing behind her, skipped a beat as he watched the little lad feebly sleep in the bed.
What emotions should a man have when he saw his missing biological son for the first time in six years?
He could only feel something relentlessly stirring in his heart. This was a strange glowing feeling that was indescribable!
This was not his first time acknowledging his status as a father.
