Living room.
Hong Fei sat alone on a single sofa, with Peter on one side and Tony and his family on the other.
Peter looked at Tony, and Tony looked at Peter.
Peter could tell that Tony remembered him, and Tony could tell that Peter remembered him.
May remembered Tony too.
Only Pepper and Morgan did not.
The mother and daughter had both survived by sheer luck. They had been affected by Strange's magic and did not know who Peter was.
But Pepper knew May.
So her face was filled with shock and delight, because this dead friend had come back to life just like Tony. At the same time, she was confused—why was this friend with a strange child?
Before Strange cast his spell, the souls of the dead had already entered the Land of the Dead and were no longer affected by the magic. Only the living had lost all memories and knowledge of Peter.
Peter's eyes were red. Ever since they had met outside the door, he had kept staring at Tony as though he could not bear to blink.
If not for the unfamiliarity Pepper and Morgan had displayed, he might have rushed over and thrown himself into Tony's arms at once.
Or perhaps he knew the truth would soon be revealed, which was why he had not rushed to express himself.
However, his longing, almost filial gaze clearly gave the younger Morgan an inexplicable sense of danger. She slipped out of her mother's embrace and squeezed into Tony's arms.
Once Tony held her on his lap, she visibly relaxed. When she looked at Peter again, there was a hint of mischief in her eyes.
The sorrow Peter had been building up for so long was instantly broken through. He could not help laughing, then hurriedly