Use your brain to overlap the small face in the small photo with the face of the man in front of you.

No wonder it feels so familiar, as if it was carved from the same mold.

This child...

When this thought flashed through his mind, Mu Siyin's eyes were attracted by the large black characters on the tombstone.

My beloved son He Shaochen...

He Tingyu...

Truly his son...

Subconsciously glanced at He Tingyu...

Only then did she realize that at some point his eyes had moved away from the tombstone and he was looking at her intently again.

That look was another probing one that made her feel uncomfortable.

She frowned, not happy that his eyes were on her like this.

…

Mu Siyin avoided his gaze, feeling even more confused.

Why did he bring himself here...

Feeling so good and inexplicable, Mu Siyin couldn't help but squat down. As soon as he squatted down, the two rows of small characters below appeared in front of him...

Father: He Tingyu.

Mother: Mu Siyin

She was not surprised to see He Tingyu write in the father column. That little face, plus his beloved son He Shaochen, had directly explained the relationship between He Tingyu and this child named He Shaochen...

only……

Mu Siyin...

This is a very unfamiliar name to her, a name she only learned from others. Until now, she is still not used to it.

Aunt Yuan calls her Yinyin, but sometimes she still can't react, and it's herself she's calling...

…

Mu Siyin seemed to have been struck by lightning, looking at the three words "Mu Siyin" on the tombstone with a look of shock.

His hand reached out involuntarily and stroked those three words carefully, as if he wanted to prove the authenticity of those three words.

The touch of the fingertips is very clear, and the feeling of rubbing appears in my mind.

His eyes quickly turned to He Tingyu.

…

He still stood there, his eyes never moving away from her.

When she looked at him, his eyes looked straight into the depths of her eyes.

Seeing the shock in her eyes, the undisguised surprise and complicated emotions on her face...

She was frightened by the relationship between the person lying in the tombstone in front of her and her...

"He...he..."

Mu Siyin's voice trembled, and he looked away from He Tingyu's face again to the small face of the tombstone, and his heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.

His hands reflexively pressed his chest, his face turned pale...

The body suddenly stood up and took a few steps back in a messy manner.

Looking at the tombstone, my eyes widened.

He put his hand on his chest and his face looked very painful.

"Lele, your son."

Lele, Lele.

"My name is Lele."

"Lele?"

The first time she spoke her name to him, his reaction was immediate.

"When you woke up, you kept calling Lele. Is your name Lele? Can I call you Lele from now on?"

When she woke up and her mind went blank, Xiao Yan said this to her.

Her name is not Lele, is she just Lele?

Lele, her son.

She and his son...

When I saw He Shaochen's tombstone...

When I heard He Tingyu's words that he is your son...

The doubts about his name being Mu Siyin were completely erased at this moment...

My heart was violently impacted by the word Lele.

In the past few years, the nightmare that has been with her but made her unable to grasp the point, and the nameless sadness in her heart.

Every time I wake up I cry for no reason...

All the strange phenomena seem to have been explained...

Lele, her son...

Lele, dead.

Lele, dead.
Chapter completed!