Ye Xiaoyu held Tongtong tightly in her arms.
The feeling of having her child back was wonderful; it was as if her lost heart had suddenly returned, giving her a sense of excitement, a frenzied excitement. It was the feeling of regaining what was lost.
This was the happiest time in her life.
After a long while, Ye Xiaoyu let go of Tongtong and said, "Tongtong, go home quickly. Mommy will make you something delicious."
"Okay!" Tongtong dashed into the house, completely unfazed by the kidnapping ordeal.
"Little Yi." Ye Xiaoyu brushed her hair back, looking at Guo Yi gratefully: "I really don't know how to repay you. This is the third time you've saved Tongtong's life. The first time on West Street, you saved Tongtong using acupuncture; then he was cursed by Mrs. Lin, and this time kidnapped..."
"It's nothing." Guo Yi shook his head and said, "I couldn't just stand by and watch him die."
"How can I ever repay you?" Ye Xiaoyu's gaze twinkled.
