There is no greater joy in life than recovering what was lost.
At that moment, Lin Han was hugging her precious, newly-recovered son tightly, as if he would vanish from her arms the moment she let go.
Ever since dinner, the mother and son had been inseparable, sticking to each other like glue.
As the night deepened, Lin Han softly coaxed the child to sleep, gently telling him a bedtime story.
Inside the tent, a dim yellow light spilled onto Ji Ran's innocent face, illuminating his peaceful expression as he slept. Lin Han couldn't bear to look away for even a second, as if trying to make up for all the years she had missed.
Meanwhile, outside the tent, Ji Yang was like an abandoned puppy, squatting pitifully to the side and staring forlornly at the heartwarming scene inside.
The others were gathered around the bonfire, still eating, drinking, and chatting, with no one seeming to pay him any mind.
