As she spoke, Ding Ling took out a colored photo from the inner pocket of her black uniform.
The person in the photo was a man in his twenties. He was thin, slightly dark, and wore a pair of black-framed glasses. His hair was neatly combed to the back.
"This is a picture from almost ten years ago. He l-looks more mature now. His hair isn't as neat," Ding Ling added seriously.
She handed the photo to Shang Jianyao, who had stretched out his hands. After a pause, she said, "If you meet him somewhere in Icefield, remember to tell him that someone is still waiting for him."
Toward the end, Ding Ling's tone subconsciously became quite gentle.
"No problem!" Shang Jianyao replied firmly. He looked at the photo carefully, as if he wanted to imprint the person on it in his mind.
"Okay." Jiang Baimian agreed. At the same time, she secretly sighed.
