However, the little fellow could no longer remember. Pushing against Rèn Qímǐn's chest with both hands, he looked at him earnestly, over and over again.
Finally, blowing small bubbles from his lips, he said in his baby voice, "No, you're not my daddy. My daddy went to another unit on a mission."
The child's mouth was the spitting image of Shen Yuchu's. Every time he spoke, Rèn Qímǐn felt as though he were looking right at his own flesh and blood.
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