Jiang Rou gently placed the photo and letter paper back into the blue cloth, her fingertips lingering for a moment on the smiling face of her mother in her youth.
The flame of the kerosene lamp suddenly flickered, causing ripples to stir in the depths of her eyes.
She decided that as for this relative who had suddenly appeared—her uncle—she would not take the initiative to go and meet him.
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