After Ten Years of Waiting, Here Comes the Question: Your Son?

We met again at the airport, not seeing each other for ten years. Yao Meng stood beside him, holding his arm. Beside me stood Silence, holding a child. We looked at each other for three seconds, smiled at the same time, nodded at the same time, turned around at the same time, and passed by each other. I didn't look back, and neither did he. But when I walked out of the airport, I found tears all over my face. Three months later, he stopped me at the door of the operating room: "Is that child your son?" I laughed until tears fell from my eyes: "Huo Hanshan, that's my nephew. What about you? Who is Yao Meng to you?" He froze. It turns out that none of us are married. It turns out we were all waiting. It turns out that in the past ten years, he has sent me text messages every day. I read every text and delete them after reading them—— Because I was afraid of going back, I couldn't help but want to come back. Is it enough to miss ten years and use the rest of my life to pay it back?