"Is this what Nianhua looked like as a child?" Jiang Wanru gazed at the photo album Ji Ying brought and couldn't help but stare in awe.
Xu Nianhua as a child looked so much like her.
If, if she had seen Nianhua as a child, maybe, she would have recognized her.
As Xu Nianhua grew up, if you only looked at her face feature by feature, her eyes resembled hers, her nose and mouth resembled her father's, but her whole face, the charisma and expression, was so much like hers. She never doubted that the child hadn't died; upon seeing Xu Nianhua, she felt an extraordinary kinship.
"We were poor back then, so there are not many photos," Ji Ying said, watching the handful of images, feeling a bit embarrassed. In the past, if their family was able to eat enough, it was already good, let alone take a few photos.
