When Leng Yichen returned to the bedroom, Bai Yiran was sitting on the recliner by the window, looking at her mother's photo.
She didn't have many photos of her mother, and even fewer family photos of the three of them. The one she was holding was the only family photo of the three of them together.
In the picture, there was her father Bai Hongguang, her mother Cheng Ting, and herself, not yet five years old. Because so much time had passed, the photo had begun to darken and yellow. On the back of the photo was her mother Cheng Ting's elegant handwriting: "Darling Yiran is five years old today!"
Leng Yichen walked over, sat beside Bai Yiran, reached out, and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his thumb softly caressing it.
