When Mrs. Johnson saw the little boy's face, she froze completely.
The little boy stopped in front of Mrs. Johnson, looking at her timidly, as if he found her expression very strange. He carefully asked, "Auntie… can you return the little red ball to me? It's mine."
The child in front of her seemed to be only about four or five years old, with a delicately featured and fair face, his eyes somewhat pale under the night sky, misted with a hint of moisture. He was dressed in beautiful children's clothing, and his soft short hair covered his pristine forehead, making him look exquisite.
Mrs. Johnson stared blankly at the child in front of her, feeling as though her heartbeat was about to stop.
Others might not know, but how could she, as a mother, not recognize?
This child looked almost exactly like Samuel Johnson did when he was young!
Whether it was the eyes or the corners of the mouth, she could see Samuel's features.
