Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
A delicate and cute little boy was staggering on the ground.
He was Lin Fan's son, Lin Chengzhen.
His name meant that as long as it was his dream, it could come true.
This name undoubtedly showed how much Lin Fan, Hu Tian, and the others loved him.
Lin Xiaoyao bent down and picked Lin Chengzhen up. "Chengzhen, be good and call me 'Aunt'!"
However, Lin Chengzhen only looked at Lin Xiaoyao quietly with his big black eyes, still not speaking.
"Aunt!" Lin Xiaoyao said tirelessly.
"Aunt..."
No matter how Lin Xiaoyao taught him, Lin Chengzhen never spoke.
"What's going on?" Lin Xiaoyao murmured. "He can greet all the others but why can't he call me 'Aunt'?"
...
In the blink of an eye, another two years passed.
On this day, Lin Fan's will flickered as he entered the River of Time once more.