Who would have thought, a few minutes later, Jian Xi suddenly cried out, "Dad!"
Mr. Han's hand shook, and he pulled it back.
"You are my dad, I remember it now!" Jian Xi held her head with one hand, and pointed at Mr. Han with the other.
The rapid recovery of her memory shocked others as much as it shocked herself.
"Xiao Xi?"
Shen Yu rushed over with a big step, "You remembered?"
"Yes." Jian Xi nodded vigorously, her eyes fixed on Mr. Han, layers of tears welled up, "You are the father I've been searching for years."
"...It's me." Mr. Han replied hoarsely, standing there helplessly, not daring to move.
"Dad!"
Jian Xi threw herself into Mr. Han's arms, unable to hold back her tears any longer, they surged out.
The broken memories automatically reconnected in her brain, and the segment about Mr. Han successfully resurged.
Shen Yu was extremely shocked.
