Jiang Yuyan sat on the couch and opened that thick album-like file while Noah waited for her reaction. Just as she opened that hard cover, the page came into her sight as her own sketch. In that, she was smiling and from her eyes, it looked like she was happy seeing someone. Such happiness she could imagine on her face only when she used to see Lu Qiang in front of her. In that sketch, she looked like how she used to look ten years back.
Her hair parted on one side left opened with one hairpin securing a few hair strands on one side of her opened and carried that innocence of a young girl in her eyes. She missed that old self of hers that was now missing somewhere never to be found again.
