Shen Xiaoman closed her eyes, took a deep breath, as if the air still carried his faint scent.
"Eek, Xiaoman, this photo looks like..."
Xia Yanxin pulled out a book from the shelf, and a photo fell out as she opened it, yellowed from the passage of time.
But the person in the photo was still clear to see: a girl around seven or eight years old, dressed in a white princess dress, with a sweet smile and neatly trimmed bangs that looked exceptionally pure.
"What?" Shen Xiaoman also leaned in for a look.
Xia Yanxin looked from side to side, surprised, "This, isn't this a photo of you as a child? It looks just like the one we saw in the old album at your house last time."
Shen Xiaoman took the photo and looked at it briefly, "It's definitely my childhood photo! But, why is it here? No, no, this isn't me, I never wore such a fancy dress! And I was never this thin! At most, it looks somewhat similar to me."
