The man's large ice-cold hand caressed her cheek. Such a similar face made his scattered memories surface once more. The white moonlight of his love, which was the deepest in his memory, was like a surging tide in an instant. However, his burning heart suddenly cooled down. In the end, he read it with a hint of pain. "Xu Xiran, it's a pity that you're not her after all." At this moment, a child suddenly ran over and pushed the man away, coldly saying, "You're not allowed to touch Mommy, she's mine!"