The photo had been around for some years.
Although it had been framed, yellowing was still inevitable. The woman in the photo had long curly hair popular in that era, wore a white dress, and with her clear eyes and soft facial features, looked like the stars in early movies.
The little boy in her arms was also very cute, but it seemed that he had just cried before taking the picture. His eyes were red with water, neck tight, and he looked at the camera pitifully.
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