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Xiao Ruo was delighted and looked at him with hope in her eyes: "Brother Fu, do you remember us?"
"No." Fu Hanwen gazed deeply at her and said slowly, "But I trust you all."
The two children resembled him so much that every little emotion of the woman in front of him seemed to tug at his heartstrings. Moreover, as soon as he laid eyes on this woman, he felt an inexplicable peace of mind. This feeling couldn't be wrong; they must be his family!
Hearing this, Xiao Ruo didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
He still hadn't remembered anything, but luckily he didn't reject her and the children, nor did he doubt her.
"Don't cry."
Seeing tears continuously falling from her eyes, Fu Hanwen just felt a blockage in his heart.
"Mom, Grandma says that children who drop golden beans aren't pretty, and you shouldn't drop them either." Little Wu You said crisply, raising her tiny hand to wipe Xiao Ruo's tears.
