Qiao Lian took the pictures out and casually asked Xia Yehua. She then stared at the photos, stunned.
The Shen Liangchuan on the photos looked young. They seemed to be from six to seven years ago.
He was pressing his lips and one could tell from the picture that he didn't like to talk. He was wearing a white sweater and its color made his face even more handsome. The boy was in his early twenties, he was in his rebellious phase. His hair was kind of long and in his arms there was a guitar. His eyes were cold, but determined.
His look reminded Qiao Lian of the first time she saw him eight years ago.
Then, she had just ended her relationship, her family was in crisis and both of her parents had passed away. Even her brother, who had broken his legs when a pillar in the house fell during the fire.
She felt as if the whole world had collapsed on her. She was completely lost and she didn't know where to go.
