Gu Shengyin, however, furrowed her brows.
She scrutinized the middle-aged man in front of her, whose expression was full of excitement, and only after quite a while did she finally manage to pull from the body's distant and jumbled memories a figure related to the man before her.
She hesitantly called out, "Xiao He?"
The middle-aged man's expression lit up with joy, and he said repeatedly, "That's right, I'm Xiao He, Aunt!"
Gu Shengyin: "..."
In Huang Tian's fragmented memories, Huang He had only been a four- or five-year-old child, the youngest son of Huang Tian's elder brother.
She vaguely remembered that the little kid especially loved to cling to her, and beyond that she couldn't recall a thing.
Besides…
It was really hard to connect that memory with the middle-aged man in front of her, who looked a whole zodiac cycle older than she did.
