Zhou Xu tidied up the documents and placed them on the desk in the office. When he looked up, he saw Yan Xi staring at the photo on the desk in a daze.
"This is my mother." Zhou Xu took the initiative to explain. "This photo was taken when she was young at UC. The little kid she was holding was me. I was four years old back then."
"Why didn't I see this photo before?"
Zhou Xu smiled sheepishly. "My mother just mailed this photo because I miss her."
"Your mother is very elegant," Yan Xi praised sincerely. The photo was a little blurry, and because of the pixels, the woman's face was not very clear, but Yan Xi could still feel the gentleness and elegance coming out of her.
"Thank you." Zhou Xu smiled. "My mother would be delighted to hear that."
Yan Xi smiled cooperatively, but she felt a little sad. No matter which world she was in, she seemed to always be alone.
