Ling Yeli gazed at the yellowed photograph, his eyes meeting those of young Ling Lu.
He was four years older than Ling Lu, and the memories of his own childhood had long since faded into the blur of passing years. Yet, listening to Lin Yueru’s description, it was as if he had traveled through time, witnessing the very moment she was born. In his mind, he saw the tiny infant in the incubator—eyes perhaps not yet open, so small and fragile—yet with a pure, innocent smile on her lips that seemed to pierce through the dust of time and reach the softest corners of the heart.
A silent smile touched Ling Yeli’s lips.
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