"This is Uncle," Si Tiantian said voluntarily. She knew Uncle must miss Dad too, so she slid off from Dad's lap.
"Brother..." Si Jing was no longer the reckless man he used to be. Dressed in a mature suit, the novelty of seeing his brother, who was no more, yet appearing in front of him with someone else's face, struck him profoundly.
Because his brother's face no longer resembled its original form, he dared not recognize him, nor was he certain.
"It's Dad, but Dad doesn't remember the past anymore."
"Oh, that's okay—no worries. As long as he's safe, the memories will gradually return."
Si Jing said carelessly; having his brother alive was already a surprise for the family.
Suddenly, Sang Qiao's voice came from outside, "I've had the servants tidy up the room; it's right next to mine. Do you want to go see it?"
She only realized Si Jing was also there after she had walked in. "Si Jing, you're back."
