She discovered that after a few years, the people in the photo could still overlap with the people she knew without any abruptness.
"Aunt, is there something wrong with this photo?" Qin Jun asked softly, seeing her hand gently brushing over the phone screen.
Jiang Chenyue looked at the girl's wrist in the photo — a tattoo the size of a copper coin was very striking.
"Here..." Jiang Chenyue couldn't help but speak out, pointing at the tattoo.
Qin Jun, who often traveled outside, immediately recognized the meaning of the tattoo, "This seems to be a tattoo of the god Shiva, said to bless people's health. The tattoo on her wrist is so small and lifelike, it's clearly the work of a master. Strange, why did she later remove it..."
Jiang Chenyue's hope turned into disappointment again, shaking her head sadly, "She didn't remove it. Tattoos can't be removed."
"Then..."
