The old, yellowed photograph's edges were slightly curled from wear, showing that Jiang Ruxin had frequently looked at it over the years.
In the photo, Jiang Ruxin was young and handsome, his smile captivating. The little boy beside him must be Jiang Shifang as a child, around four or five years old, tiger-headed and adorable.
The young woman sitting on the chair was Mrs. Jiang. She held a baby in her arms, carved and polished like ivory, her smile radiant and her demeanor graceful, as if she had stepped out of a Jiangnan painting as a maiden from a noble family.
Wen Sheng carefully cradled the old photograph, her heart touched as gently as if by a feather, her vision misting over.
Before seeing this photograph, Wen Sheng actually hadn't thought much about her biological mother. She had been too young when she went missing and could no longer remember many things. However, upon seeing Mrs. Jiang's appearance, she was still slightly shocked deep inside.
