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This is a group photo of three people, an elderly person and two children, a boy and a girl.
The elder in the photo has white hair at the temples, dry skin, dressed in black clothes with a black wool felt hat, sharp yet icy eyes, sitting upright in a chair.
This face...
Ji Xinshui.
Lin Xian had seen many of his photographs in the news, his features and stature were highly recognizable, reminiscent of those serious aristocrats in old western films.
Standing to the left and right of Ji Xinshui were the two children.
The boy and girl looked about five or six years old. The boy on the left, Ji Lin, had grown up a bit compared to the photo with Xu Yun, taller, but his general appearance unchanged, with hair grown out somewhat, covering his eyebrows.
Naive, yet possessing a sort of handsome beauty.
Ji Lin's looks in childhood could even make him a direct shoo-in for a Hollywood child star.
But when the gaze shifted to the little girl in the lower right corner of the photo...
