"Nian'an, take all your clothes off. Don't catch a cold this late at night." Li Mochen suddenly spoke from the side, his gaze sweeping over the clothes clinging to the boy's body because of the spilled alcohol.
Feeling waves of cold coming from his body, Gu Nian'an instinctively lifted a corner of his clothes.
"Not here. Go back to the room to change." Fu Xiuyuan caught the boy's hand as he lifted his clothes.
Only then did the boy realize what he had done, and his face flushed slightly.
But just then, someone suddenly gripped his wrist tightly. He turned his head in confusion, only to see Ji Baiwei looking at him in disbelief.
He instinctively wanted to ask her what was wrong, but Ji Baiwei lifted his clothes again.
Gu Nian'an blushed and tried to dodge away, but the woman's grip grew tighter and tighter, making him frown.
Fu Xiuyuan's gaze darkened as he separated them. Li Mochen stood to the side, quietly watching the scene.
Though it had only been a few seconds, the woman had still seen it-that red butterfly birthmark, the birthmark on the body of her child who had died long ago.
Looking at the bewildered boy whom Fu Xiuyuan shielded closely behind him.
Ji Baiwei felt a sharp pain in her heart, a pain that almost tore her apart.
Past memories and all the familiar traces about him almost immediately convinced her that this was her child.
She finally understood why, whenever she saw him, her heart always hurt as though something were squeezing it.
Her child, her child was right before her eyes, yet she had watched him get hurt again and again, and had not even recognized his child.
Intense pain and anguish surged into her heart all at once, leaving her