Zhong Mu looked at the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, just like he had seen him in the Lan family mansion many years ago.
The sunlight poured in through the glass and enveloped him. The purity between his brows and eyes was as dazzling as the warmest place in the world.
Zhong Mu held his son's hand, and the intense beating of his heart could be seen through his clothes.
His little prince smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, my name is Lan Qingxuan."