Lei Qingyi reached out and pointed a finger at Lu Yi, as though he had seen a ghost. And what could it be, if not the ghost of a man two years dead? They had even cleaned his tomb and burned him hell money during Qingming Festival, the New Year, and the October Ghost Festival every year.
How did he come back alive, if he was alive in the first place?
"Your son?" asked Lu Yi as he took Little Lei into his arms. He had mistaken the child as Lei Qingyi at first and thought that he had gone back in time. Looks like he was over thinking things.
But it would appear that he had lost more of his memories than he had expected, he realized. He wasn't even aware that Lei Qingyi had a son of this age.
Lei Qingyi nodded dully, then reached out and prodded Lu Yi's face with a finger.
"You are...warm?"
Disbelievingly, he jammed his finger into his face once more. Still warm. When he was about to go for it the third time, Lu Yi slapped his hand away.
