Li Xueyue was stunned to pure silence. She didn't even know what to say or do aside from continuing to hold the little boy in her arms. She lifted her head only to be met with Yu Zhen's infuriated gaze. She rapidly blinked and nervously licked her lips.
"He said…" she trailed off, pulling back from the hug. She gently grasped both of his shoulders.
"Little One," she muttered, "You said Yu Zhen was the name of your father."
The child slowly nodded his head. "He takes care of me."
Li Xueyue's brows shot up as realization kicked in. He must've thought a father was simply a man who helped care for him.
"No, a father is—" she paused. Wait a minute. Wasn't he separated from Viscount Bai at the age of two? Shouldn't he have the slightest recollection of his parents?
"Memory loss," Yu Zhen said upon noticing her visible confusion.
"What do you mean?" Li Xueyue asked, unable to wrap her head around the startling fact.
