"It's okay. Your father once helped me look for her. It was the child's fate. " He picked up the photo frame, turned it around, and propped it up on the table for Pei Di to see, "This is what your cousin looked like when she was young."
It was a painting, created with a combination of handcraft and computer technology, very clear.
A girl about five or six years old, wearing a red wool sweater, sitting under the window of a small wooden house, resting her chin on her hand, looking into the distance.
She looked a bit thin, with a sharp chin and slightly sad eyes.
"Uncle, is she my cousin?" Pei Di asked.
"Yes. At that time, there weren't even any photos, so I had someone draw it based on my memory." Mr. Han said.
At this moment, Shen Yu also saw clearly the person in the photo frame—wasn't it Jian when she was little?
Shen Yu stood up in shock: his guess was correct, Pei Di's uncle was Jian's father...
