Chu Zhang’s pupils constricted. In the moment he stood stunned, a pale hand grasped the edge of the wooden tablet, lifted it, and tucked it into her own embrace.
Chu Zhao held the tablet and wiped the dust off its surface with her hand.
With the front of the tablet facing up, Aunt Chun’s photograph appeared upside down to Chu Zhang and Chu Fu. The gentle smile that had originally been there now seemed, in this moment, like anything but a smile. It looked more like a cold, judgmental stare.
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