That year, the great fire had consumed everything in her home, and she managed to save nothing.
By the time the fire was extinguished, black ruins covered the area, desolate and barren.
Thinking about these things, Xu Chaomu felt a pang of sorrow, a coolness in her chest.
It's already been thirteen years...
"Chaomu, I have a photo album; it even has your pictures," said Mo Shuifu, bringing over the album.
"I just replaced this album this year, the old one was too worn out," Mo Shuifu said, smiling as she opened the floral-patterned album.
The album was beautiful, with a green background adorned with many differently colored petals.
"Why the sudden interest in looking at photos? Missing your childhood self?" Mo Shuifu laughed.
Xu Chaomu also laughed, "Yeah, I can hardly remember what I looked like as a child."
"Hmph, this is you," Mo Shuifu turned to one page and pointed to the little girl in the picture.
