On the other side of the ocean, inside an old antique house:
A dignified and elegant woman was sitting on a rattan chair in the garden and looking at the photos on her phone, her eyes unusually gentle.
"The punk sent some photos over?" A man slowly walked toward her.
"Yes." The woman nodded and gently sighed. "No matter how much we dote on Tangtang, we can't be substitutes for his parents. Look at how happy Tangtang's smile is! This is how a child should be!"
The man sighed. "Why do you look like this when Tangtang is happy?"
Sorrow flitted through the woman's eyes. "How wonderful would it be if that girl really was our daughter!"
The man hugged his wife and gently comforted her. "Don't be sad. Don't we have news already? We'll find her for sure!"
"I hope we'll really find her this time…"
…
Little Rose Garden, in the bedroom:
