"There is one. It's just a very old photograph," Zhang Yun started to look through the album, and on the last page, she carefully took out the long-preserved photo, "This is the one. This is the only photo I have, and the only one my parents left behind."
Lin Qiushu took the photograph and scrutinized it carefully.
The woman in the photo wore simple attire and sported a hairstyle from the Republican era. Despite that, her exceptional temperament could not be hidden.
The man looked like a farmer, the honest and straightforward type. This was probably his first time taking a photograph; his hands and feet appeared somewhat awkward and his gaze lacked natural ease.
In between these two people sat a little girl with big eyes and a mischievous expression, clearly inheriting her mother's good looks.
"This woman is my mother," Zhang Yun said, pointing at the woman.
