Lin Chu came closer out of curiosity. "What are you looking at?"
Yan Beicheng pulled her to his side and showed her his phone screen. "I suddenly remembered the photo we took under the old Chinese scholar tree at the orphanage."
It was nighttime when the photo was taken but fortunately, Yan Beicheng's phone's camera function was pretty good. Although there was not much light, everything was clear on the phone taken with Yan Beicheng's phone. It seemed artistic even.
In the photo, Lin Chu was sitting in his arms. Although he was just a fifteen-year-old teen back then, he was very tall for his age. However, his body was still not as well-developed back then, but nevertheless, her head still rested only at his chest.
In comparison to the recent photograph taken under the old Chinese scholar tree, both of them had grown taller. Her head had now reached Yan Beicheng's chin.
