In the evening, Xu Lin and Ning Yuhuan took turns showering before returning to the room.
Feeling spontaneous, Xu Lin started looking through Ning Yuhuan's old belongings.
He opened a drawer and found some trinkets, along with her middle and high school graduation photos.
"Where's your elementary school graduation photo?" Xu Lin couldn't find it.
"It's back home, but it's been so long, it's probably covered in dust by now."
Ning Yuhuan had washed her hair that evening and was sitting there blow-drying it. Her hair was both long and thick, making the drying process quite a hassle.
"How old were you in ninth grade?"
Xu Lin picked up Ning Yuhuan's middle school graduation photo and saw the youthful, yet gracefully budding Ning Yuhuan in the picture. Even then, her beauty was already apparent, standing out among the other girls like a fairy.
In this photo, it was clear the students were from the countryside, and Xu Lin thought this must have been a rural middle school.
