They had lived in a tiny apartment, survived on tap water, slept on floor mats, and shared a toilet with many others. It was only until recently that he regained his memories, or he would still be unaware of who he was, and whether he had parents or not.
Her son had lost his memories—that had been one of Ye Shuyun's first fancies. Could it be that he was not dead, but only stuck somewhere without his memories to navigate his way home?
But everyone insisted that he was gone. Dead.
She accepted the idea after two years, but the hope had always occupied a corner of her heart. All that mattered was that he was alive, even if he wasn't ever going to come home and lived in a world he did not remember.
And now, her dream had come true. Her son had returned.
