Su Jia knelt down, held the little one in her arms, kissed his forehead, and then softly explained, "This... is your son, Yanhe. His name is Lu Chen."
He is your son, his name is Lu Chen.
When this sentence flashed through Lu Yanhe's mind, he instinctively felt a dizzying sensation.
The whole world seemed to be on the verge of crumbling.
He stood there in a daze, like a wooden statue, and didn't know how long it took before he felt he was almost turning into a statue himself, and only then did his consciousness slowly return.
Then he slowly moved his steps, walking toward Lu Chen one step at a time, his body heavy as if filled with mercury.
When he reached him, Lu Yanhe slightly crouched down, his usually straight posture now appeared slightly bent.
He raised his hand, wanting to touch him, but finally stopped in mid-air, not daring to overstep the boundaries.
After repeatedly hesitating, his fingers couldn't help but tremble a little.
