The photograph had yellowed somewhat, looking as if it had been preserved for a long time.
The background appeared to be inside a bedroom, featuring a baby with large eyes looking at the camera, and beside her, there was a young boy, only the edge of his chin visible. The little chin already showed the promise of future handsomeness, directed towards the baby. A pair of hands were laid on the baby's, holding them.
Through that sense of familiarity, Musheng immediately recognized that the baby in the photo was herself.
Her eyes became slightly stagnant in an instant.
The baby's eyebrows and eyes resembled hers from the past, and at that time, Mu Lianmiao was only a little over one year old.
There was no doubt about who the young boy was.
Slim and fair fingertips touched the edge of the photo, gently sliding the picture aside.
When Mu Lianmiao saw the contents of the photo, his lips slightly curled, as if a cold smirk had inadvertently surfaced.
"He sent it."
