"Zimo took Sangsang out to play in the town, but they should be back by now. Dad and Mom are at home; please come in," Lin Baizhong said.
"Okay."
Liu Yuyang agreed and walked into the courtyard.
The two of them felt somewhat awkward and a bit like strangers.
Even for Liu Yuyang, who had recovered his memories, it had been many years since he had seen his wife. How familiar could they really be?
Fortunately, Qiubo, who was in the kitchen, heard the noise and came out to see what was happening.
"Yuyang, you're back."
Seeing Liu Yuyang who had just returned, Qiubo hurried out and smiled at him.
"Mom, I'm back."
Liu Yuyang looked awkwardly at Qiubo.
"You must be tired from the journey. Why don't you sit in the main room for a while? Mom will cook you something to eat, then you can rest. Baizhong, what are you standing there for? Didn't you see your wife has come back? Hurry up and take her to sit in the main room."
Qiubo called out to her son.
"Okay."
