And in the middle, a child under ten raised his smudged face. The features of the child, like those of a New Year's picture doll, uttered a dreamlike question.,"Father, I am your son…" A sigh escaped his lips, softly echoing in the air. It was unclear whether it was a reminder of the bond between him and Gu Wu, or if it was a lament for himself.,Gu Nuan Nuan raised an eyebrow: "I'm not worried about you."。