The portrait was an oil painting, and although it appeared to have some age, the young man depicted was remarkably lifelike.
The man was very handsome, with a gentleness apparent between his brows and eyes.
Perhaps it was this very gentleness that made her feel a sense of familiarity.
...
"Who… is he?" she blurted out, suddenly asking.
"He's my child, named Yun Xiu," Mr. Yun paused before responding.
Yun Xiu…
Hearing this name, Su Xingyue repeated it silently in her heart, yet she felt somewhat dazed.
She had a feeling that she had heard this name somewhere before.
Mr. Yun sat in front of the painting for a long time until he slowly turned his wheelchair and looked at Su Xingyue, asking,
"Girl, do you remember the first time I met you?"
Su Xingyue nodded her head, "Of course…"
At the time, she only thought he was an old man scamming people.
But now, it seemed the reality was clearly different from what she thought.