As she was pondering on this, her peripheral view strayed on the girl standing beside Mu Sheng in the image. Her gaze slightly contracted, and her heart briefly skipped a beat.
That girl looked so familiar she seemed to have seen her before.
The expression on the face, even the look in her eyes, felt strangely familiar to her. The visual was especially powerful.
It looked so familiar – utterly familiar.
However, the memory of her childhood was hazy, and she could not recall much of it.
Numerous studies about psychology claimed that, to escape dark past and protect oneself from painful memory, man could choose to forget or have selective amnesia.
She had a rather dark childhood, filled with unhappiness, so she subconsciously chose to hide her past from herself in order not to revisit it again.
Therefore, in the cloudy memory of her childhood days, which she had shut off her mind, she was unable to recall where she had seen this girl before.
As she was feeling frustrated, her gaze fell on a photo frame on top of the study table, and her heart was instantly filled with warmth and gentleness.
She took up that little picture frame featuring Little Yichen in a handsome army uniform. Standing in a military posture, coupled with his striking countenance in full exuberance, he looked dashing in the photo.
Little Yichen was different from his younger sibling in that he was full of energy. His every move and action seemed to take after his father's valor and strength. Alas, he also inherited Mu Yazhe's haughty and mature charisma, which kept others at a distance.
This image was taken a year ago when he was undergoing special military training.
The uniform he was wearing was specially tailored to fit him well.
His masculine build, with broad shoulders and tapered waist, was proportionate. Though he was young, he did not look out of place in the military outfit.
She stared at the image in the photo for a long time. Her fingers brushed the spot where his eyes were as something seemed to sting her chest. Little Yichen and Youyou's faces seemed to be fashioned in the same way!
The two little fellows look so alike.
She pondered on this with a pout.
There was a time when she could not stop thinking of this child every minute of the day.
Blood was thicker than water; kinship united their hearts. This was something not even separation could easily cut off.
It would be the first of June the day after tomorrow.
Their birthday happened to coincide with Children's Day.
She really wanted to give the little lad a gift wrapped by her two hands.
As she was deep in her thoughts, conjuring wistful dreams, footsteps approached from behind without her noticing. Only when a pair of arms looped across her torso and pulled her into an embrace did she turn with a start and saw Mu Yazhe's drowsy face.
He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, looking tired and out of sort. As he was fresh out of bed, his overpowering aura was still hibernating. His eyes did not hold their usual sharpness as well. His messy fringe slightly covered his eyes, making his already tempting looks seductive beyond words.
This man still looked good even when he was down and out.
It was no wonder so many women could not wait to flock to him.
"What are you looking at?"
He took the photo in her hand and glanced at it briefly. "This was taken last year."
"The little fellow is much taller now compared to last year."
"How tall is he now?" She eagerly checked with him.
She wanted to know all she could about her son whom she could not acknowledge.
"He's that tall?" She was rather amazed. "He is much taller than Youyou, then."
He lowered his head to stare at her and smilingly asked, "Oh? How tall is Youyou?"