He was holding a family photo in his hand.
In the family photo, everyone was smiling happily. Zhang Yibao was held by his parents, and beside them was a man in a white casual outfit.
The man's upper body had been cut off with scissors.
If you look closely, the photo posted at the entrance of the safe base is an enlarged version of the part that was cut off.
"Be good, Xiaobao. When we go home, we'll take another family photo; there are more at home!"
Li Yinrong carefully wiped his tears with tissue paper, looking affectionate and kind.
"Mom is lying!" Zhang Yibao turned around crying, gasping for breath, "You said we wouldn't go back anymore and didn't let me take too many photos, only one with brother in it, and you cut brother's photo! Wuwuwu..."
Zhang Yibao wiped his tears, crying uncontrollably.
When they escaped from home, Zhang Yibao brought a full box of things, all of which were his brother's clothes and personal items.
He also brought many, many photos.
