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?”
“Erm… photo . ”
He took the photo in her hand and glanced at it briefly . “This was taken last year . ”
“Er?”
“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 .
“140 centimeters . ”
“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?”
Chapter end
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