Little Zhiyu threw himself into the woman's arms, his small hands clinging tightly to her clothes, as if fearing she would abandon him again.
Lin Zihan and Lin Jian stood there, mouths gaping open, too shocked to shut them.
"Is that, is that our Auntie?"
Lin Zihan rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Similar, yet slightly different." Lin Jian scratched his head, observing the woman's features carefully before hesitantly making this remark.
"Auntie looks thinner than her."
Lin Jian, who was only five years old two years ago, has a blurry memory of his aunt's appearance. The only detail he clearly remembers is that she was very thin, with a sharp face.
"Mommy!"
The little one clung to her and was reluctant to let go, his voice filled with deep affection.
Mommy is back!
"Pup…no, Zhiyu?"
Nanzhi, looking at the little one in her arms, didn't recognize him immediately. How had Zhiyu grown so much?