In a blink of an eye, the child had grown so big, but he had been absent for so many years.
Even if Dr. Lin didn't tell him, he could imagine Yun Xuan all alone, growing up little by little.
Yun Huan wasn't good with words, and his feelings were all bottled inside, other than the ones for Qin Yi.
Even if there was a torrential wave in his heart, you wouldn't be able to see it on his face at all.
Yun Huan sank into his memories, Yun Xuan as well.
Although he was very young at the time of the accident, he could remember everything very clearly before he was three years old.
He had a gentle mother, a warm father, a cold older brother who was very nice to him—he remembered every single thing.
"Ah-Xuan, did you hear that? This is your dear big brother, he doesn't care about you at all, and actually did this to you for a woman."
Dr. Lin's tone was a little frustrated but bewitching.