Fan Jia lit up when she heard the tear. She finally got rid of that detestable amulet! However, the moment she saw the item that rolled out, her face fell! It was a photo.
The photo should have been taken with a polaroid as the color was very vivid. The sun was bright in the photo. A little girl wearing a little tiger outfit pushed herself onto the little boy, her smile sweet and beautiful.
The boy seemed cold. His expression was difficult to describe. He reached out and held onto the little girl's waist. Although he seemed worried she would contaminate him, he was also afraid she would fall. His lips were pressed against each other but it wasn't from disgust but a silently masked helplessness and tenderness within his eyes.
The photograph wasn't the gist. There was a sentence beneath the photo, written beautifully in italics. "If God exists, I wish this little idiot in tiger costume would live a life of peace and joy."
