The latter crossed his arms, looking at Su Huan with suspicion in his eyes; his own father was a powerful train conductor, how could he be this man with longer hair than mom's?
"Your name is Su Yi?"
Su Huan squatted down, looking at the little boy in front of him who had a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to himself, his gaze subtle.
The flutter in his heart came from the sight of the three children before him.
The three little ones were like three separate fingers of his own hand, sensing each other's presence but unable to control them.
Is this what it feels like to be connected by bloodline?
Su Yi nodded defiantly.
Su Huan turned to the other two; Yu Yue had just introduced their names to him.
"You're Su Yan, and you... are Su Li?"
Su Huan's feelings were even stranger; if he hadn't repeatedly confirmed with Yu Yao that only he would carry a tiny bit of memory when reborn, he'd truly think Yu Yue was pulling his leg, naming them exactly like his past selves.
