Bao Yancheng's dark eyes flashed with astonishment, his gaze returning to the child.
He squatted down, steadying the child's small shoulders, as fragments of memory flickered through his mind.
A chemical plant, an explosion, crying, a child calling for Mumu...
Bao Yancheng closed his eyes briefly, then checked the child repeatedly, "Mumu? Are you hurt?"
Mumu looked a bit restrained and afraid, edging backward, subconsciously searching for Xiang Yiran.
Xiang Yiran seemed to do it intentionally, only then coming out of the kitchen.
"Yancheng, you're back?"
She had treated her black hair until it shone, tied it back simply, and wore an off-white dress with rolled-up sleeves, helping Sister-in-law Liu prepare dinner in the kitchen.
In hairstyle, attire, and even in gestures and expressions, Xiang Yiran was imitating Wen Wanzhi.
She knew she couldn't completely replace Wen Wanzhi in Bao Yancheng's memory.