It was a family portrait, with Zhou Ming standing in the very center, his hair a bit longer than it is now, but his facial features had not changed much. The difference was that his eyes still held a trace of light, and his lips bore a faint smile; he must have been happy then.
In his arms, he held a child, and that child must be Zhou Lezhi. Back then, Zhou Lezhi's hair was the normal black color, and she looked very healthy.
Standing beside Zhou Ming were two people who should be his parents.
A family that was so happy, why were there only two people left in the end?
Jiang Yurou simply couldn't imagine how Zhou Ming had made it through these years, first losing his parents, then his sister falling sick. If it were anyone else, they might have broken down already.
The humming sound of the hairdryer stopped, and Zhou Ming appeared in front of Jiang Yurou again.
