"Tian 'er greets father."
"Greetings, Mother."
Li Lingtian arrived at the pavilion in the courtyard and bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man before him and the woman beside him.
Although he was from the 21st century in his previous life, this place was also his home. With the fusion of their souls, everything here was his.
In his memory, everything here was very familiar. His father, Li Suifeng, his mother, Qin Susu, and his little handmaiden, Li Xiaoxiao.
"Tian 'er, I missed you so much."
Qin Susu's tears fell. The son she had been thinking about day and night was finally back.
She reached out and hugged Li Lingtian. Eight years had passed. He was still a child when she left her, but now he had become a dashing and elegant youth.
Li Lingtian felt a surge of warmth in his heart. As an orphan in his past life, he had never experienced a father's or mother's love. However, in this life, he had a mother's or father's love. His eyes were misty.
