Just like that morning twenty years ago, they kissed the baby's cheek, listened to his babbling sound, and argued that the baby looked more like himself.

That morning, the children were wearing bear one-piece outfits and big eyes. Before they went out, they were still pedaling with their chubby white and tender feet.

But the child disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Everyone saw the trafficker's car and fell into the turbulent river.

The people around him said nothing, but everyone's eyes told them that their children were dead, died in the cold river, and even their bodies were not recovered.

The river water is so cold, their baby is so small and cute, how uncomfortable it would be when he falls down.

How uncomfortable should it be?

"Professor, aunt." Li Zhao didn't expect that the couple came here so early, and slid down from Yan Ting's back with a little embarrassed look.

Before he could stand firm, Du Yushu suddenly rushed over and hugged him tightly into his arms.

"Child, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Du Yushu's arms had a faint fragrance, like...the smell of mother.

Li Zhao was embarrassed to have never been hugged like this by a woman. He turned his head to look at Yan Ting, stretched out his hand and secretly hooked Yan Ting's finger.

"Child, mom, I'm sorry."

"Auntie?" Li Zhao thought he had heard it wrong. He stared blankly at Lin Shen, who was also blushing, "Professor?"

Finally, he looked at Yan Ting at a loss, his panic in his heart slightly diminished.

"Zhaozhao." Yan Ting wrapped Li Zhao's hands in his palm, tightly leaving no gap, "They are your parents."

"Congratulations, you have mom and dad."
Chapter completed!