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.
