"Little Bean, see who's come?"
Gu Ning patted Little Bean's small head. "Look, your Bean Daddy is here, Daddy has come to pick up our Little Bean."
Little Bean turned his small face and, upon seeing Daddy, his little mouth puckered, and his eyes reddened too. He reached out his little arms towards Daddy, indeed recognizing him.
Wang Zitan also reached out his hands, but they hung numb in the air.
He scooped up his son's tiny body and instantly felt a sourness in his nose; it's okay, he told himself, everything is fine now, truly, he was about to be scared to death.
If this little one really had disappeared, what would they do?
Wang Zitan had not produced this "egg" until he was nearly thirty, loved it as if it was his own life, and raised him through all kinds of hardships. Every day he worried about him, looked forward to his growth, and finally, the boy had grown up, learned to speak, become sensible, and was about to start school.
