It was a thick album, unlike the simple furnishings in the guard's bungalow, filled with hundreds of densely packed photos, much like a beehive tightly surrounded by hornets.
Su Ziceng didn't dare to casually touch those old photos, as most of them had already turned dim and yellow. The men and women on them appeared age-blurred with swollen faces due to the gloomy and damp environment.
Qiao Zhi'an pulled away the outer photos, searching for a few from the very inside, "This one is of Xiao Chu when she was just one month old, this one when she was six, this one at twelve years old..." Each photo featured a face so faded and smeared by water stains that their features were barely recognizable.
Apart from Su Ziceng, who patiently looked on, the other two lost the patience to examine them closely. Through the photos, one could faintly smell the bygone olden days.
