She discovered that after a few years, the people in the photo could still overlap with the people she knew without any abruptness.
"Aunt, is there something wrong with this photo?" Qin Jun asked softly, seeing her hand gently brushing over the phone screen.
Jiang Chenyue looked at the girl’s wrist in the photo — a tattoo the size of a copper coin was very striking.
"Here..." Jiang Chenyue couldn’t help but speak out, pointing at the tattoo.
Qin Jun, who often traveled outside, immediately recognized the meaning of the tattoo, "This seems to be a tattoo of the god Shiva, said to bless people’s health. The tattoo on her wrist is so small and lifelike, it’s clearly the work of a master. Strange, why did she later remove it..."
Jiang Chenyue’s hope turned into disappointment again, shaking her head sadly, "She didn’t remove it. Tattoos can’t be removed."
"I saw a scar on her wrist where the tattoo was, like a mark of injury. I always thought she accidentally hurt her wrist and left a scar the size of a silver coin. Now it seems she might have done it on purpose just to get rid of the tattoo." She paused and asked Qin Jun, "You said this tattoo could bless people’s health?"
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Jiang Chenyue pressed her lips together, unsure if it was disappointment or realization; her expression was particularly complex. After a long silence, she said, "She mentioned to me about Duidui’s illness when he was a child. Back then, she got this tattoo hoping the god could bless Duidui. When it turned into a scar, maybe she realized the god hadn’t blessed them."
How disappointed must a person be to the point where they’d rather leave a permanent scar on their skin to remove a tattoo from their wrist? It must be an extreme disappointment.
She put down the phone, the photo she had anticipated for a month was in front of her, yet she didn’t care as much, rubbing her temple, sighing, returning the phone to him, "Forget it, maybe I’m just obsessed, always coming up with unrealistic ideas."
How could Yan possibly be Xixi? Clearly, Chu Xi had the same birthmark on her wrist as Xixi, and their experiences matched. Why did she keep hoping that Yan could be Xixi?
There were indeed many things about Chu Xi that she disliked, but ultimately, it was she who let that child down first. If she had watched over the child more closely and not easily trusted others back then, Xixi would not have gone missing. If Xixi had grown up by her side, how could she have turned out this way? As a mother, having finally found the child, she should try harder to guide the child’s character in the right direction.
Qin Jun took his phone from her hand, saw her weary expression, glanced at the photo on the phone, "Aunt, is this not the photo you want to find? Are you trying to find a photo of Rong Yan’s wrist before she had the tattoo?"
"Forget it, no need to look for it, I’ve already figured it out." Jiang Chenyue refused him, then stood up, her skirt swaying, dignified and graceful, her presence commanding. "I’m tired, I’ll go rest in my room for a while. Have Chu Xi pack up, let the butler take her to the apartment to have a look, and buy whatever is missing."
Qin Jun, having reached a certain level of dislike for Chu Xi, snickered at this and said, "Rest assured, Aunt, I will personally take her there!"
He noticed the phone, keeping Jiang Chenyue’s earlier disappointed expression in mind, and added, "I’ll pay more attention to the matter of the photographs."