Nanjing Villa, the study room.
After school, Li Zihan didn't go to Jinlin Garden but took a car directly back to Nanjiang Villa.
Ever since he saw the photo of Yi Xiaodan and his father, Li Zhenshan, early in the morning, his heart felt as though it were being pressed by a stone, particularly uncomfortable.
Once he was home, he pestered Madam Lai for the photo albums, saying he wanted to see how everyone looked in the past.
However, after flipping through two albums, he couldn't find a trace of his father, as if he had never existed. On the contrary, in the album of his classmates, he saw Yi Xiaodan's figure.
Previously unaware it was her, he might have seen her when he was little, but it was only today that he knew.
Cradling a guitar, her face full of smiles.
"Mom, so you knew Auntie Xiaodan. Is this taken in the dormitory?"
