The age of the photo could be discerned by its condition—it was very, very old.
Suddenly, there was an incredible suspicion in his heart...
Shen Ruo was surprised, "You don't know?"
"I don't know."
"How could that be? She, your family, doesn't have her photo?"
Su Yi's eyes stared unwaveringly at her, the soundless gaze between them lingered, neither of them wanting to speak first.
After a long time, Su Yi finally mustered the strength to say, "Home, there's no photo of her... I've never known what my mother looks like..."
"How do you know... she is your mother..." Shen Ruo instinctively asked softly.
Su Yi looked at her, the shimmer in his dark eyes flickering, he lowered his head, wiped his face with his hand, and smiled, "Just a feeling. Where did you get this photo?"
There was no need for further words, he had already recognized her as his sister.
