"Is this what Nianhua looked like as a child?" Jiang Wanru gazed at the photo album Ji Ying brought, unable to take her eyes off it.
Xu Nianhua as a child looked so much like her.
If, if she had seen Nianhua when she was little, maybe, she could have recognized her.
Now that Xu Nianhua had grown up, just looking at her face, her features—her eyes looked like hers, her nose and mouth resembled her father's, but as a whole, in terms of air and expression, it was even more like her. She had never doubted the child was alive; every time she saw Xu Nianhua, she felt especially close to her.
"Back then, the family was poor, we hardly had any photos." Ji Ying looked at those few photos, feeling a bit embarrassed. Back then, just having enough to eat was already pretty good, let alone being able to afford to take photos.
