The three members of the Tu Family were finally reunited.
Wen Qiu kept holding Tu Xiao'an's hand, refusing to let go. She was afraid that if she did, she would wake from this dream.
Could reality truly be this wonderful? Even now, she still couldn't believe it.
After a long while, Wen Qiu gazed at the young man before her. His face was completely unfamiliar, making him feel both strange and familiar at the same time. "An'Er, can you tell Mom everything you've been through?" she asked.
In truth, she needed some time to adjust.
Tu Xiao'an reached out, wiped the tears from the corners of his mother's eyes, and said with a smile, "Mom, it's a long story. I'll tell you everything when we have more time. For now, you just need to know that I'm your son."
He didn't want to go into detail, afraid it would only break her heart.
Instead, Tu Xiao'an chose to tell her stories from his childhood, further solidifying her belief.
