Sophia froze when she saw her son suddenly appeared before her eyes. For a moment, she thought she was still dreaming. Her heart raced. She instinctively raised her hand and tapped her forehead, trying to wake herself up.

"Mom, why are you hitting yourself?" Thomas asked, his voice filled with concern.

Sophia blinked, her gaze locked on her son’s familiar face. She slowly lowered her hand and raised both hands to caress her son's handsome little face, hardly believing her eyes. ...