brain, overlapping the small face of the small photo with the face of the man in front of him.

No wonder there is such a familiar feeling, as if carved out of a mold.

This kid ......

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

Aikoga Shaochen......

Nicholas Ho ......

What his son......

subconsciously glanced at He Tingyu......

Only then did he realize that he had taken his eyes off the tombstone at some point, and was looking at her intently again.

That gaze was another exploration that made her feel uncomfortable.

frowned, displeased that his gaze swept over him.

……

Mu Siyin avoided his gaze, and his heart was even more confused.

Why did he bring himself here......

With the inexplicable feeling of good heart, Mu Siyin couldn't help squatting down, and as soon as he squatted down, the following two rows of small characters appeared in front of him......

Father: Nicholas He.

Mother: Mu Siyin

She was not surprised to see Nicholas He writing in the father's column. That little face, with his beloved son He Shaochen, has directly explained the relationship between He Tingyu and this child named He Shaochen......

It's just that......

Mu Siyin......

This is a very unfamiliar name to her, a name that she only knows from other people's eloquence. Until now, I was not used to it.

Aunt Yuan called her Yinyin, and sometimes she couldn't react, and it was she who called herself......

……

Mu Siyin looked like he had been struck by lightning, and looked at the three words Mu Siyin on the tombstone with a shocked face.

The hand, involuntarily stretched out, carefully rubbing the three words, as if to prove the authenticity of those three words.

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

looked at He Tingyu quickly.

……

He still stood there, his eyes never taking his eyes off her.

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

Looking at the shock in her eyes, looking at the surprise on her face without pretense and very complicated emotions......

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 moved away from He Tingyu's face again to look at the small face of the tombstone, and his heart suddenly throbbed sharply.

The hand reflexively pressed the chest, and the face was pale......

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

Looking at the tombstone, my eyes widened wide.

His hand was pressed to his chest, and the expression on his face was painful.

"Lele, your son."

Lele, Lele.

"My name is Lele."

"Lele?"

For the first time, she opened her mouth to say her name to him, and his immediate reaction.

"When you woke up, you kept calling Lele in your mouth, is your name Lele? Will you be called Lele in the future? ”

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

She's not called Lele, is she just calling Lele?

Lele, her son.

She ...... with his son

When seeing He Shaochen's tombstone......

When you heard Nicholas He say that he is your son......

The suspicion that he was called Mu Siyin was completely erased at this moment......

The heart lake was violently impacted because of the word Lele.

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

Every time I wake up, I cry inexplicably......

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

Lele, her son......

Lele, dead.

Lele, dead.