"Why are you suddenly curious about Uncle Lu Jun's story?" Aunt Ling asked, perhaps suddenly noticing that Tian Yi's profile resembled Lu Bai's. Aunt Ling couldn't help but look at Lu Bai, and the more she looked, the more she felt, he truly did resemble him.
Including some small gestures.
For example, when Lu Bai was lost in thought, he habitually rubbed his thumb and forefinger together in a rhythmic clockwise motion, his eyelids always pressed low, and his lips tightly pursed. He discovered that Tian Yi also had this little habit.
When he smiled at her, he looked very much like Lu Bai, not in appearance—Lu Bai's features were sharper compared to Tian Yi's, who had a particularly gentle and harmless face. Yet sometimes, she could see Lu Bai's shadow in him.
She must miss her son too much.
"These past few days, I've often thought of the times playing with Lu Bai. He once confided some secrets to me."
Aunt Ling was particularly curious, "What kind of secrets?"
