Everything from the past remained unknown.
"Mom... Mom...." Little Huzi kept repeating this phrase, seeming unfamiliar with Yun Hao.
"Mom would be home soon, let's wait for mom....." He didn't like losing his memory, he wanted to remember his past self.
This was his biological son.
But he had no memory of him, not a shred of impression.
He had no idea when his son was born, or how old he was now?
Looking at the gloves and scarf the boy was wearing, they seemed handmade, not bought.
Hanhan must have been crafty.
The handsome hat and scarf he was wearing also seemed to have been made by the same person.
"Mom....."
"Mom...."
"Mom...."
Little Huzi kept calling.
Yun Hao was somewhat confused, not knowing how to comfort a child, and this child was his son.
Old Man Zhao brought noodles to Yun Hao, hearing Little Huzi keep calling for his daughter.
"Ahao, have the noodles soon."