While talking, Grandma attempted to ce the photo album back in the wooden box nearby to continue


    their conversation. However, due to her weakened condition, her grip faltered, causing the album to slip


    from her grasp.


    The album hit the floor with a thud, and a photo slid out. Lois swiftly bent down to assist Grandma in


    retrieving it.


    With a sigh, Grandma said, “Getting old makes it hard to handle things properly. I apologize for the


    inconvenience.”


    “No need to apologize,” Lois reassured, kneeling to gather the scattered photos.


    As she opened the album, intending to reinsert the loose photos, she was suddenly taken aback by


    what she saw.


    In the bottom left corner of the album, there was a small photo, and the person depicted in that photo


    was…


    “Miss Rayne?”


    Concemed, Grandma noticed Lois’ stunned reaction and promptly inquired.


    Millie, who had been washing the fruit nearby, sensed that something was amiss and quickly


    approached.


    “What happened?”


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    “Millie, is this you as a child in this photo?” Shaken, Lois pointed to the image in the bottom left corner


    of the album.


    Taking the photo from Lois’ hands, Millie too was surprised. The image portrayed a young girl holding a


    bouquet of apricot blossoms, her face partially obscured by the flowers, leaving only a fraction of her


    features visible.


    She stood there in a state of shock.


    Yet the young girl in the photo was undoubtedly her from her childhood days when she was thin and


    pale, looking distinctly dissimr to her present self.


    Millie handed the photo over to her grandmother, her voiceced with bewilderment. “Grandma, how


    come I’ve never seen this photo before?”


    Gazing at the photo, Millie was suddenly overwhelmed by a sharp headache. The person in the picture


    was undoubtedly her, yet she had absolutely no memory of the moment it was taken.


    When was this photo captured?


    Apricot blossoms?


    In a whirlwind of memories, an array of apricot blossoms raced through Millie’s mind at a breakneck


    pace, each flower blooming and fading in a split second. Her head throbbed intensely, and the entire


    experience felt ephemeral, almost surreal.


    As Millie waited for Grandma’s response, she was met with an unexpected turn.


    Grandma took both the photo album and the particr picture from their hands.


    “Millie, I’m feeling a bit tired now. You take Miss Rayne and head home first,”