"Uncle Ye!"
Mumu let go of Huo Qidong's hand and ran towards the man leaning against the door frame not far away with her little short legs.
Ye Yazhou hugged the little bundle that was Mumu and smiled with his eyes curving into crescents.
"The little rascal has grown taller again."
Wen Wanzhi looked at Ye Yazhou standing before her, clad in jeans and a baseball jacket, white sneakers adding to his youthful vibe.
She felt somewhat in a trance.
Ye Yazhou seemed to have returned to how he was at the beginning, the college student she had met in the sanatorium.
Yet times had changed; her past self seemed so distant, and even Mumu was nearly four years old now.
Ye Yazhou stood up, holding Mumu's hand, a graceful smile on his handsome face as he greeted them with ease, "Wanzhi, Uncle Huo."
Wen Wanzhi feigned anger to hide the tears of long-lost belonging welling up in her heart, "Well, look at you, you little brat. So long without a visit and now not even calling me sister?"