On the bookshelf, there were many books, not just business literature but also psychology, tactics, and even history.
In a corner, there was a thick hardcover book covered with a light layer of dust.
Mo Ran pulled out the book, intending to flip through it, but unexpectedly, a photo fell out from within.
The photo was old and had turned yellow.
She picked it up; the background in the photo was simple—a large sycamore tree.
Under the tree, there was a young boy sitting in a wheelchair. He wore a plaid shirt and a white sweater with the collar turned out, looking like a young master full of nobility.
A few dry leaves were captured mid-fall, suspended before they could touch the ground, immortalized by the camera.
This was a photo of Gu Yixuan in his youth.
Even then, his features were already striking; his skin was pale, his face delicate. He looked handsome and somewhat cute.
Yet, it was uncertain what he was looking at. Although he faced the camera, his gaze did not settle on the lens.
In his eyes, there was an ill-concealed stubbornness and loneliness.
He didn’t look happy at all, nor did he seem to like having his photo taken.
Sitting down at the real leather swivel chair by the desk, Mo Ran held the photo and gazed at it meticulously, captivated.
She had seen him once as a child, but had since forgotten his appearance at that time. Luckily, there was this photo; otherwise, she would never have known what he looked like when he was younger.
Gu Yixuan had tucked it in a book, hidden away in a corner—he surely didn’t want to see it.
If he didn’t want it, she might as well take it for herself.
"Hehe," Mo Ran laughed, feeling as if she had obtained a treasure. This text is hosted at ɴovelfire.net
Gently kissing the young boy inside, she carefully placed him on the desk and took out her phone to call Mo Yan.
This photo had reminded her of some things.
Regarding events from their youth, she wanted to get some clarity.
The call connected, and Mo Ran held the phone to her ear, "Sis, what are you up to?"
"Searching online to see what I can sell to make a bit more money."
"I need to ask you something, and you must answer me honestly."
Mo Yan snorted lightly, "What’s it? You sound so serious."
"When we were guests at the Gu family’s house years ago, I found you had fallen in the garden, crying bitterly, and Gu Yixuan was also by your side. I just want to know what happened between you two then."
Mo Yan fell silent for a moment, "Why are you asking about that? Those are all old events; I don’t remember any of them."
"You really don’t remember?"