Mu Yazhe finally recognized him. The boy standing before him was not Gong Fan, but Youyou. The innocent, sweet, kind Youyou. So understanding, thoughtful, and gentle.
Mu Yazhe was choked by emotions.
"Youyou…" He called out the boy's name, except that there was too much hoarseness in his voice.
Even though it had been so long since he'd seen him, there was no unfamiliarity at all. It was as if the scene of the boy standing before him last happened only yesterday.
"Daddy…" He took a deep breath, opened his bright eyes again, and opened his arms shakily.
The man felt a sharp pain in his heart when he saw the boy's fingertips trembling with tension.
He took a slight step forward and drew the boy tightly into his arms. "You're back!" He sighed and looked a little bitter!
The boy was full of emotions upon hearing this. Tears were already rolling down from his eyes subconsciously. He could hear how much his father had missed him.
