Looking at these two spirited little ones, the ache in Mo Chuxi's wounds was slightly soothed.
He felt the loss and regret for the little baby being gone, but he was thankful that his Chun had returned.
And, there was someone as insightful and mature as Yan Chenxi, his son.
"Papa, where's Mama? Xixi wants to play with pretty Mama!"
"I want Xinxin too!"
Young Yan Chenxi looked at Mo Chuxi, full of concern.
"Chuxi Papa, after Xinxin marries you, will we live here? Is Chuxi Papa now Xinxin's husband?"
The little one seemed confused but was clear and logical in his questioning.
Mo Chuxi rose and walked toward the two little ones, patiently squatting down.
Though there was no smile on his face, at least his gaze was gentle.
"Starting today, you won't be called Yan Chenxi, but Mo Chenxi."
He looked at young Yan Chenxi with a serious expression to correct him, then shifted his deep eyes to little Chenxi's cute face.
