Lu Jingyan was stunned for quite a while before he understood what these photos represented.
She had always thought that their first encounter was the morning she escaped from that devil's clutches.
The young miss, who had never asked anyone for help, had put aside all her pride, grabbed his backpack, and called him "brother." It was the opening chapter of their story.
It was only now, as she looked at these photos, that she realized he had known her already.
Even earlier than that time, by more than two years perhaps.
Lu Jingyan looked at those photos, her fingers slightly stiff.
Many of them were taken while she was walking to and from school.
She didn't know why, but the image of her younger self in a school uniform, with a backpack, crossing a footbridge just moments before, followed by a second image of a young him, with a backpack slung over one shoulder, catching up from behind, appeared in her mind.
It was an image full of youth, beauty, and delight.