The photo was only a half, but she could vaguely make out a boy of about fifteen or sixteen. He had golden pupils and black hair, with an unshakeable gloom in his eyes.
'Is this… a young Ye Linyuan?'
Before Jiang Qingli could get a closer look, Fang Chi hastily flipped it over and quickly scanned the files beneath.
The files seemed to have been burned in a fire, showing only fragmented images. The people in them were old and young, but most had golden pupils and black hair, their expressions varied…
"These files should have digital copies. They can be restored," his teammate said in a low voice, leaning in for a look. "Let's go. This trip was more than worth it."
Jiang Qingli heard Fang Chi grunt in agreement.
His vision blurred, and his breathing grew heavy. Fang Chi's stamina was reaching its limit.
Suddenly, the door behind them was struck with a heavy blow.
