This photograph wasn't particularly remarkable.
Then, she moved on to the next one...
Upon seeing the photograph, Jing Yiren suddenly stiffened.
In an instant, the image in the photo crashed into Jing Yiren's vision, imprinting into her mind.
It shocked her to the core, a surge of sour bitterness welled up in her heart.
She slowly set down the two photos in her hand and focused on this photo.
This was an old, somewhat yellowed photograph of an opened coffin.
There were skeletal remains lying within the dragon-embellished coffin.
In the picture, a larger skeleton tightly encircling a smaller one, with one of its hands cradling the smaller skeleton's skull, its lips seemingly planted on top.
"...." Seeing such a photo made Jing Yiren's delicate red lips quiver in unnamed emotions.
A single tear fell from her eye, dropping unceremoniously onto the photo.
She didn't know if she was moved by the people in this photo.
Yet, her heart ached so much for them.
