A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

"Looking...looking north..."

Lin Huilan's heartfelt cry, a cry filled with shattered longing and anguish.

He looked at the unfamiliar old woman in front of him with a strange expression.

Looking into her gentle, kind eyes, filled with endless sorrow.

"ah--"

A severe headache surged in like a tidal wave!

Gu Wangbei clutched his head in anguish and let out a piercing scream!

His small body trembled and convulsed violently in Zhou Yayun's arms!

"Little Stone! Little Stone, what's wrong?!"

Zhou Yayun was terrified by this sudden turn of events!

She held the struggling child in her arms tightly, tears welling up in her eyes!

"Quick! Call a doctor!" Lu Zhenguo panicked too!

"Need not!"

Just then, an old yet authoritative voice rang out.

Gu Wanjun walked over with steady steps.

His sharp eyes were fixed on the child who was struggling in pain.

Although his face was also full of heartache and worry, there was even more of an excitement and... tension at the prospect of uncovering the mystery!

He walked up to Zhou Yayun and extended his large, calloused hand, the one that had once commanded thousands of troops.

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Sister-in-law, give me the child...

Zhou Yayun hesitated for a moment.

She glanced at the child in her arms, whose face was contorted with pain, and then at the old man before her, who, though imposing, had eyes full of pleading.

Finally, she slowly released her arms.

Gu Wanjun carefully took the still slightly twitching child from her arms.

His movements were so gentle that it was as if he were holding not a child, but a priceless treasure that could be broken at the slightest touch.

He held the child tightly in his arms, then gently stroked the child's back with his rough yet incredibly warm hands.

"Look north, don't be afraid."

His voice was no longer that of a commanding, iron-willed general, but that of an ordinary grandfather who doted on his grandson.

"Grandpa is here."

"Grandpa is here."

"No one will dare to bully you anymore."

His voice was deep and filled with a magical power to soothe people.

The little body that had been struggling violently in my arms actually calmed down slowly.

Gu Wangbei raised his small face, which was covered with cold sweat and tears.

He looked at the dignified, unfamiliar old man before him.

He felt a sense of security he had never felt before.

A kind of dependence and...trust that seems to come from the depths of one's blood.

His large eyes, which had been filled with fear and pain, gradually regained their clarity.

He looked at the old man's wrinkled face, his gray hair, and his moist eyes.

His chapped little lips moved slightly, and then he called out timidly in a clear voice that even he himself could hardly believe.

"grandfather?"

boom!!!!

Although the sound was faint, it was no less than a thunderclap in the quiet living room!

Gu Wanjun's tall and imposing body suddenly trembled!

He felt that his heart, which had long been hardened by the years and hardships, was completely shattered at this moment!

Two streams of hot tears, which he could no longer hold back, surged from his weathered eyes!

"Why!"

He used all his strength to give a heavy reply!

That cry contained so much bitterness, so much sorrow, and so much...ecstasy of regaining what was lost!

Standing to the side, Lin Huilan could no longer support her body, which was already emptied by grief and longing, when she heard the word "Grandpa".

Her vision went black, and she fell straight backward!

Zhou Yayun and Lu Xingzhou, who had been standing behind her, reacted quickly and stepped forward to support her!

"Quick! Help him to the sofa!"

The living room instantly descended into chaos.

As Lu Nianci watched the dramatic family reunion unfold before her, filled with joy and sorrow, her heart was filled with mixed emotions.

She was happy for her brother.

He finally found his family.

He was no longer that poor, homeless man.

However, it felt as if a piece of her heart had been hollowed out, leaving her feeling empty and aching terribly.

She knew that from this moment on, the "little stone" that belonged only to her no longer belonged to her.

He is Gu Mochen, the eldest grandson of the Gu family.

Will the bond they built through bloodshed and hardship be diluted, or even... severed, by this sudden change in identity and status?

Just as she was lost in thought, Lin Huilan, who had just caught her breath, suddenly broke free from Zhou Yayun's support.

She walked up to Gu Wanjun.

Instead of hugging the grandson she had been longing for, she reached out her slightly trembling hand and gently unbuttoned the child's shirt.

Everyone stared at her in bewilderment, wondering what she was going to do.

Lin Huilan slowly pulled the child's small cotton shirt down to his shoulders, revealing his thin but still smooth back.

All eyes were focused on that small back.

Then, everyone gasped!

On the child's left shoulder blade, below the shoulder blade, was a red birthmark, about the size of a coin and shaped like a plum blossom!

The birthmark was bright red, with five lifelike petals, like a red plum blossom that had just bloomed in the snow, both alluring and stubborn.

"That's it! That's it!"

The moment Lin Huilan saw the birthmark, she could no longer control her emotions!

She rushed forward and snatched the still somewhat bewildered child from Gu Wanjun's arms!

She held him tightly in her arms, as if she wanted to meld him into her very bones!

"My beloved grandson! My dearest grandson!"

"Grandma finally found you! Grandma finally found you! Waaaaah..."

All the sadness, longing, and pain she had suppressed for three years turned into a heart-wrenching cry that echoed throughout the entire Lu family!

When Gu Wangbei, who was being held tightly in her arms, smelled that familiar, kind scent with a faint fragrance of gardenias, his long-dormant memories were finally awakened!

He stretched out his small arms and awkwardly hugged the old woman in front of him who was crying like a child.

He pressed his little face against her warm, soft cheek, and then called out softly in a voice that was incredibly clear and full of dependence.

"grandmother……"