"Yangyang~"
The couple called out simultaneously and stood up at the same time.
However, Deng Huiling was noticeably faster and embraced their son first.
"Yangyang..."
Deng Huiling called out again, trembling not just in her voice but throughout her body.
This warm and real sensation, the feeling of regaining what was lost, was indescribable.
"Yangyang... Yangyang... Mommy's little one, little one..."
Tears poured down her cheeks.
"Mom."
Yuan Kaiyang called out softly, feeling uncomfortable because his mother was holding him too tightly. Luckily, as a ghost, he didn't need to breathe, otherwise he might have felt suffocated.
At this moment, Yuan Hesheng also stepped forward, crouched down, gently wiped his son's tears, and carefully observed him. This appearance, these eyebrows, this was undoubtedly his son.
The other party was looking at him with eyes full of grievance, making Yuan Hesheng's heart ache.
"Yangyang."
