Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The last time she saw the child was at the amusement park. Despite the mother-son pair being apart for seven years and only meeting once, she felt very close to him.

A mother and a child were connected at heart. Indeed, blood was thicker than water. He was her flesh and blood.

In those seven years, not once had she seen this child, but her longing for him had not abated even for a moment.

That day, when Little Yichen aggrievedly complained to her that his father did not want him anymore, her heart broke into fragments.

Her heart ached for the child.

When Youyou was much younger, she did her in-depth research on children’s psychology.

Youyou only had her for a mother.

He never knew who his father was.

The moment he started kindergarten, he pestered her about the identity of his father.

Each time, her heart would ache badly.

Regarding the boy, she had always been striving hard. He only had her alone, and without a father, the family was incomplete from the start. Hence, she had done her best to create a happy childhood for him.

She did not wish for him to become a ‘troubled orphan’.

Luckily, the boy was sensible and well-behaved.

He eventually stopped asking her about his father.

The two of them relied on each other through the years. Under her effort, his childhood was not lonely.

However, that day at the amusement park, when she met Little Yichen, she saw the undisguised loneliness in his eyes.

Lonely. The child looked very lonely.

This came to her as a surprise.

He was different from Yun Tianyou.

Little Yichen, who was born with a silver spoon, was destined to be loved by everyone.

The younger twin had no father, whereas the older twin had a father and a mother.

Logically, the child should not be so lonely but should possess a happy and remarkable childhood, instead.

Surprisingly, she saw loneliness and emptiness in his eyes that day. Her heart was torn badly and in extreme pain thereafter.

He was akin to a little beast curling up in a corner to nurse its wound alone.

There was also astonishment in her heart.

How on Earth had the child survived these seven years?

Did Mu Yazhe not love him enough?

However, after learning of Mu Wanrou’s real character, she had a chance to correct that misconception. That woman naturally did not pour effort into Little Yichen.

After all, he was no child of hers.

He was not her flesh and blood entirely.

With regard to Little Yichen, how could she expect Mu Wanrou to have any maternal instinct?

Did she actually expect her to treat him as hers and love him unconditionally?

Presumably, for the sake of Mu Yazhe, that woman took charge of Little Yichen as a son for show. The child was sensitive, though, and acutely perceived the adult’s motive.

It was clear that the two were not close.

As for Mu Yazhe, being the boy’s father, he naturally raised him in strict discipline.

In the child’s mind, if the mother was a gentle harbor, the father should assume a stern and magnificent image – a superhero.

There was no doubt that Mu Yazhe was very strict when it came to Little Yichen’s education.

The child was really impressive.

Having witnessed his skills at the haunted house that day, she could say that the boy was truly amazing even when comparable to an adult.

Despite being just a seven-year-old, he already assumed the role of a man.

The little lad perfectly inherited his father’s overbearing aura and drive. Although he was young, he had a very reliable image.