"When I have a good appetite, I can eat five of them."
"..."
Su Luo fell silent, suddenly feeling a chill run down her spine, realizing that the child resembled her.
Not only do they look alike, but they also have a good appetite, eat in the same way as me, and even have a slight stutter when they speak.
Wait, no, my stuttering wasn't congenital; it's a condition I developed because of autism.
So maybe I'm overthinking it; he's not my son.
But once suspicion arises, it becomes uncontrollable to overthink. He thought back to five years ago, when he was hospitalized after cutting his wrists, and the last few times he had with Song Lingshan, when they didn't use protection.
Could this child be his and Song Lingshan's?
How is that possible?
It's possible that Song Lingshan got pregnant, but is it really possible that she did, secretly gave birth to the child, and raised it alone for five years without telling me?
Can she bear this injustice? How much pressure will she have to endure?
Not necessarily. When they separated, he already sensed that she wasn't feeling well.
Suppressing her emotions, Su Luo asked the little boy earnestly.
What's your mother's name?
As soon as he finished speaking...
Su Yu suddenly became serious and said warily.
"I'm not telling you that."
Song Lingshan has always set a rule for him: he must not reveal information about his family to strangers.
"..."
Su Luo fell silent.
The doubts in my heart deepened.
After finishing the last bite of her ice cream, Su Yu looked at the ice cream stains on Su Luoyi's clothes and asked seriously.
"Um, uncle, how much were your clothes? I'll pay you back."
Su Luo snapped out of her daze and politely declined.
"No need, Uncle will wash it when he gets home, it's fine."
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