Early that morning, a car sped up to the Manor.
Ji Baiwei hurried through the facial recognition check at security and headed straight upstairs in the Manor.
But the instant she opened the bedroom door, she froze.
She took a deep breath and cautiously approached the bed.
She looked at the boy held in the man's arms, and at his visibly rising and falling chest.
She could not help trembling all over, her widened eyes filled with shock.
The sudden disturbance woke the two of them as well, and Gu Nian'an poked his head out of the man's embrace.
Looking at the woman beside the bed, he rubbed his eyes in confusion and instinctively called out, "Mom, what are you doing here?"
Fu Xiuyuan opened his eyes too and glanced at the woman, who was still standing there in a daze.
He sat up, lifted the boy into his arms, and gently massaged his still-groggy head.
"An... An'an?"
Ji Baiwei trembled all over, disbelief filling her eyes.
Gu Nian'an had come to his senses by then and suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be dead now.
He rubbed his fingertips together uneasily, unsure how to explain all this to her.
Nor had he explained anything to Fu Xiuyuan after returning yesterday.
He had thought he would wait for a suitable opportunity, or until he was ready, before telling him the truth.
He had not figured out how to face his mother either.
But he had not expected his mother to come first.
Yet the woman merely bent down and pulled him into her arms.
Feeling the warmth of the person in her arms, Ji Baiwei trembled as tears fell.
She had buried the grief of losing her child deep in her heart and spent days rushing from place to