Inside the bronze box, there were quite a few items, neatly arranged by Xia Hengzhou.
Xu Fan, looking at them, couldn't help but give a bitter smile.
In some respects, these things could indeed be considered invaluable.
Most of them were old photographs, the rest were children's playthings, and some small notes.
The accumulated photos in the box chronicled the time from Xia Yanyu and Xia Xiaodie's infancy until the year Xia Hengzhou disappeared.
Even more, each photo's back was painstakingly inscribed with densely packed handwriting using a fountain pen.
These words documented things regarding Xia Yanyu and Xia Xiaodie, and also some thoughts that Xia Hengzhou had kept in his heart, never sharing with the two.
Nearly twenty years, a thick stack of photos, it was indeed a substantial amount of work, each photo furthermore contained memories very important to the two girls.
