"Ah!"
Lü Wanqing cried out and sprang up from the rocking chair.
Her right arm trembled as she pointed at the doorway, her lips quivering nonstop, yet she could not make another sound.
"He... Heping? Is that you?"
Zheng Yongchang called out tentatively as well. His hunched body actually straightened at once, his face filled with disbelief.
Two people entered through the doorway, and one of them looked far too much like Zheng Yongchang.
Zheng Heming stared blankly at the man too, his eyes slightly unfocused.
When the newcomer saw Zheng Yongchang and Zheng Heming, his eyes were instantly brimming with tears.
Especially at Zheng Yongchang's words: "Heping, is that you?"
At this moment, there was no need to ask, no need for any words.
The resonance from their bloodline had already let both sides confirm that this was their closest kin.
"Dad! Mom! Your son has come home!"
After choking up for several seconds, Zheng Heping shouted and knelt before Zheng Yongchang and Lü Wanqing.
"My son!"
"Heping!"
The couple could no longer hold themselves back. They rushed forward, grabbed Zheng Heping in a fierce embrace, and burst into loud sobs.
The three of them held each other like that, caring about nothing else.
Zheng Heping, already over forty-five years old, cried like a small child.
His sobs were filled with forty-five whole years of longing.
Zheng Heming stood to one side. Watching the three cry bitterly in one another's arms, he could not help secretly wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Yet his face was overflowing with joy.
He was happy for his uncle's family.
At last, the family had reunited!
Lin Mo watched everything before him as well, deeply moved, his eyes gradually growing moist.
``` [Ding! Family affection in this world is truly