Liu Dashan pushed open the doors heavily as he walked in, nearly colliding with Yan Yu.0

Seeing her husband safe, Yan Yu sighed in relief before her gaze fell on the youth behind her husband.0

“Dear, this is?” Yan Yu asked. This courtyard belonged to Liu Dashan, where outsiders rarely visited.0

“Yu’er, why don’t you take a guess?” Liu Dashan teased, calling out his wife by her affectionate name as he gestured to guess who the young man behind him was.0

Yan Yu’s gaze finally fell on Liu Wuxie as she observed him. Nothing was remarkable at first glance, but something began stirring inside her as her gaze lingered and tears streamed down her cheeks.0

“Y-You’re Wuxie! You’re my son!” Yan Yu cried out. She was the one who had given birth to Liu Wuxie after carrying him for nine months, and a mother’s instinct could never go wrong, no matter how many years had passed.0

“Mother!” Liu Wuxie suddenly went down on one knee.0

“My child…” Yan Yu sobbed as she rushed over to hug Liu Wuxie, fearing she would lose him again. Even Liu Dashan secretly wiped his tears by the side watching this scene.0

A reunion should be a joyous occasion, but Liu Dashan couldn’t...0