For as long as he could remember, only he and his mother slept in the house that year. Suddenly, the person sleeping next to him changed, which really scared him. He thought his mother had left him again.

"Don't be afraid, this is Dad. Don't you remember? You used to talk to Dad and say hello every morning when you woke up. This time you don't need to talk to the photo. Just talk to Dad directly."

Zhao Huanhuan gently hugged her son, comforted him, held his little hand, and said with a smile.

An'an looked at the photos on the cabinet, then at her father, and weakly called out, "Daddy!"

Lin Yuan reached out and touched her son's head, responding softly, "Sigh!"

When An'an heard his father respond, he subconsciously glanced at Zhao Huanhuan, and when he saw his mother smiling, he slowly smiled too.

The father sleeping next to him responded, but the father in the photo did not.

“Go ahead, let Daddy help you get dressed, and then Mommy will get dressed and go make milk powder for An’an, okay?” Zhao Huanhuan asked.

“Okay!” An’an replied and climbed onto Lin Yuan’s body using the hand Lin Yuan reached out to her.

Lin Yuan wrapped her son in a blanket, spoke to him softly, and played sign language with him.

An'an is happy and plays with her dad. It turns out that her dad also knows the games that her mom and she play.

Zhao Huanhuan smiled and glanced at Lin Yuan. She knew what Lin Yuan was capable of, since it was written in the original book.

However, Lin Yuan had never mentioned this to her since they met, so Zhao Huanhuan guessed it was a secret and never asked him.

While An'an was lying down drinking milk powder, Lin Yuan quickly got dressed and folded the quilt.

After washing up, Zhao Huanhuan went to prepare breakfast.