C1032 Life Can't be Repeated

Tears welled up in Cheung Yanhui's eyes again. She went to her room, opened the cabinet, and pulled out the drawer. Sure enough, it was full of photos of her childhood.

In the photo, she and Yanmei were both wearing braids, bows, and the same flowery dress. Her mother, with her short black hair slightly curled up, was wearing work clothes from that era