"Xiaoxiao's birthday is October 13th, and I gave birth on October 12th. Xiaoxiao was taken in by her adoptive parents. Is it possible that her birthday is the day she was found?"

"The moment I saw her, I had this feeling that she was our child, it was definitely her... there was no mistake..."

Wen Shiyu was so excited that she became incoherent.

Wen Mo reached out and pulled her into his arms, not wanting to shatter her hopes, but there were some things he had to say.

“I also wish our child were still alive, but... Shiyu, the child was... on October 14th.”

Even if the child wasn't strangled to death, or survived after being lost, the date of being found should be the 14th, not the 13th.

The two children, number 13, are still in the hands of those beasts.

Wen Mo clearly felt the body in his arms gradually stiffen after he finished speaking, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

“No…” Wen Shiyu looked up, her beautiful face filled with determination, “I don’t want to miss any possibility.”

"Whether Xiaoxiao is a baby or not, I want to give it a try."

Especially after hearing about Lin Xiaoxiao's upbringing, Wen Shiyu was heartbroken beyond words.

She wondered to herself, if the two babies hadn't died, would she have been living in pain for the past twenty years?

She didn't want to wait aimlessly anymore.

Perhaps every extra day of waiting means one more day of suffering for the baby.

When Wen Mo saw her face suddenly brighten up, as if it were full of hope and vitality, he was slightly taken aback, then came to his senses and nodded with a smile, "Okay, I'll think of a way."

He went down a dead end.

Although Lin Xiaoxiao's birthday doesn't match, she does resemble the lady somewhat.

It's not a big deal to investigate.

Wen Mo closed his eyes.

The images of his two children being strangled to death in front of him suddenly flooded back like a tidal wave.

A faint cry echoed in his ears, growing softer and fainter, fading into the distance. A tiny hand struggled in front of him, the delicate face still covered in vernix caseosa turning bright red, then gradually turning bluish-purple.

The tiny, lifeless bodies were thrown in front of him, and he frantically tried to pounce on them and pick them up—they were his precious babies.

"...Amo."

Wen Shiyu's gentle voice woke him up.

Wen Mo suddenly opened his eyes, his throat feeling as if something was blocking it, making it extremely dry.

Every detail of his memories was like a thorny bramble, relentlessly lashing at his nerves.

Wen Shiyu wiped his sweaty palms with a handkerchief and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

She hadn't seen him lose control like this in a long time.

Wen Mo scratched his hair, his knuckles turning white from the force, his voice hoarse, "Madam, I can't wait any longer."

He felt he was going crazy if he waited any longer.

The pain in my heart surged like a volcanic eruption; anger, regret, and self-blame intertwined, twisting into a tremendous force that raged through my chest.

Wen Shiyu burst into tears instantly and hugged him tightly. "Let's go back, Amo. I don't want to stay here anymore. I want to go back."

Even after living here for twenty years, everything here still feels unfamiliar to her.

She longed for the misty, rainy Jiangnan region of her youth, where her father was still alive; it was a memory etched deep in her heart.

The drizzle was like silk, the white walls and black tiles, and in that imposing mansion lay eighteen years of her memories. Every brick, tile, blade of grass and tree carried countless stories.

Her only regret in life was not being able to take her two children back to see her deceased father.

Wen Mo raised his hand with heartache, wanting to wipe away her tears, but suddenly remembered that his fingers were rough, so he picked up a clean handkerchief from the side and wiped them for her.

"Okay, I'll take you back."

Return to the capital city, return to Nancheng.

Wen Shiyu then smiled again, "I still need to take Uncle back with me."

Uncle is the only surviving person left behind by her father. He watched her grow up from childhood and never had a wife or children.

After Wen Shiyu and Wen Mo had their accident in Beijing, it was Uncle who brought them to Hong Kong. Over the years, he has been managing the business left by Wen Shiyu's father.

Approaching seventy, he suffered from many health problems in his youth, all of which have relapsed in his old age, and he spends most of the year in the hospital.

No matter who is left behind, Wen Shiyu will not leave her uncle behind.

Wen Mo's heart skipped a beat. On the surface, he was a member of the Hong Kong Police Department. He had too much contact with Lin Xiaoxiao, which would inevitably give some people a handle to use against him, thus having a negative impact on Lin Xiaoxiao.

But Uncle is different; he lives in the shadows and his identity is mysterious.

It might be more suitable for him to do some things.

Thinking this through, Wen Mo told Wen Shiyu his idea, and Wen Shiyu nodded, "I'll go to the hospital this afternoon."

Wen Mo was worried about her going out alone, so he postponed his work at the police station and drove her there himself.

The two did not go to a public hospital, but to the most expensive private hospital in the port city.

This place brings together the world's top medical equipment and experts; the cost of one day of hospitalization here is equivalent to an average person's annual salary.

The private ward at the very back of the top floor has four bodyguards standing at the door, working in shifts 24 hours a day.

Upon seeing Wen Shiyu, the bodyguard bowed and said, "Miss."

As for Wen Mo standing next to him, the bodyguards didn't even glance at him. Wen Mo, who held a high position in the police station, had no choice but to behave himself here.

Wen Mo smiled wryly; this old man hadn't calmed down after all these years.

"Thank you for your hard work." Wen Shiyu greeted the bodyguard and then led Wen Mo into the ward.

The ward is over 200 square meters in size, very spacious, and doesn't feel like a ward at all; it's more like a hotel room with luxurious decor.

An elderly man sat on the bed, flanked by well-dressed social elites. Any one of these people would be a leader in their respective industry in Hong Kong.

They were respectfully reporting their work to the elderly man in bed, whose eyes were tightly closed, and it was unclear whether he was listening.

"Miss is here?" The aunt who had been taking care of the elderly for more than ten years exclaimed in surprise when she saw Wen Shiyu.

In an instant, the old man opened his eyes and waved his hand impatiently, "Get out of the way, get out of my way, don't block my way."

The elites, as was their custom, moved aside, revealing Wen Shiyu and Wen Mo behind them.

“Uncle.” Wen Shiyu stepped forward and, seeing the old man’s thin face, tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Don't cry, don't cry..." The old man was extremely anxious, frantically trying to comfort her, but found himself at a loss for words. He could only glare angrily at Wen Mo, "Can't you see Xiaoyu is about to cry? You, as her husband, are just standing there like a doorman..."

He launched into a tirade of abuse without even taking a breath.

Wen Mo: "..."

I'm used to it now.

For twenty years, he has never received a kind word from his uncle.

Just as he was about to comfort Wen Shiyu, she stopped crying and looked at the old man with heartache, "Have you stopped eating properly again? How come you've lost so much weight again?"

The old man felt a little guilty.