"Why do you ask?"
"Because I've just seen such a painting at the old lady's house, marked from 1939 to 1945, and there's a name behind it, Yuan Manman.
She guessed that Yuan Manman must have been a relative of the old lady, and if calculated by time, it was entirely possible that she was the old lady's daughter, but she only lived to be six years old.
In those days, there were too few photographs, so it was entirely possible to use ink paintings instead.
"Where did you see it? Mom didn't notice," Shu Jiao said, full of confusion. The Yuan Family had deep roots, and just the decorations and furniture in the hall, any piece of which was worth more than a poor household could earn in a lifetime, and there were several ink paintings; she really didn't remember which one.
"It's hanging in the stairwell, not very conspicuous." But she didn't know why herself; she saw it at first glance.
