Chapter 128

The woman in his arms was not my mother. Naturally, I recognized my mother from her younger days.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the woman's features bore a striking resemblance to Cindy. More accurately, Cindy resembled this woman from her younger days. The only noticeable difference was that Cindy had a small black mole on her nose, while the woman in the photo had a clear, unblemished face. Her eyes were not particularly large, but they were expressive, and her smiling gaze seemed to bring the entire photo to life.

The woman was wearing jeans and a knit sweater, with a ribbon tied around her neck. Her delicate eyebrows and the way she leaned gently against my father's chest gave her a sweet, radiant look. They were standing against the backdrop of a sunrise over Eagleland Mountain, with golden clouds stretching as far as the eye could see.

Who was she?

A sudden realization struck me. She was Cindy's mother.

I quickly turned the photo over and saw a line of delicate call