The man was Li Yuan's full-blood elder brother, Amuer's biological father, Li Tinglu.
Hearing Li Yuan's voice, Li Tinglu lifted his head; his gaze pierced through his disheveled hair and fell on the little one.
The little one was curled up in Li Yuan's arms, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, not revealing those beautiful sapphire-blue eyes.
Even though they had been apart for many years and Amuer's appearance had changed, Li Tinglu still recognized him at a glance as his own flesh and blood.
His long-dead features suddenly stirred with agitation, his mouth constantly calling, "Amuer, Amuer…"
Amuer was still alive; his son was still alive!
"This is the child you and her gave birth to." Li Yuan sat down at the side on the Taishi Chair, lowered her head and gently stroked Amuer's small face, the corners of her lips hooking into a curve. "His eyes are like hers."
