"Look, this is a photo of Achen when he was little, doesn't he look completely different now?" Guan Li pointed at an old photo of a child and smiled with her eyes curved.
Xia Lu leaned in to take a closer look, greatly shocked, "This is... Zhou Mingchen?"
"Of course." Guan Li continued flipping through the album and found a few more pictures, "This is when Achen performed for the first time at kindergarten, he was especially shy and didn't even crack a smile."
The little boy in the photo was probably three or four years old, dressed in a white shirt, striped suspenders alternating between white and orange, white socks that reached his calves, with a big red dot on his forehead. His cheeks were pink, his expression solemn, round faced with round eyes, bearing no resemblance to the Zhou Mingchen of today, not even a trace remained.
"He really was cute when he was little." Xia Lu sighed.
