Nan Yue café.
Li Shaoling entered to find a young boy around four to five by the window seat.
Perhaps out of boredom, he was holding up his little head in a pout.
Suddenly feeling his gaze, he turned.
Two pairs of eyes were locked with each other for so long it was as if ten thousand years passed.
His small, delicate face looked as if they were sculpted. His eyes shone vibrantly, glimmering with an unusual delight between blinks.
Suddenly, Li Shaoling's eyes tightened.
That face…
He slowly sat opposite the boy, his eyes never leaving his face.
"You're Li Shaoling?"
Li Shaoling stared at him. "I know," he growled.
Why would Ji Weixi's son have such a striking resemblance to his on younger self?
He knew that it was no coincidence.
"Where's your father?" He asked.
The little one shook his head. "Never met him. Even Mommy says she doesn't know."
