"Ling Su, these are the photos your sister sent me when we used to chat."

I took the envelope handed over by Dai Qingshu and opened it to see a few photos.

With just one glance, my scalp tingled, my heart tightened into a ball, and I found it difficult to breathe in an instant.

That's me! These are my photos! Photos that even I don't have!

After my sister's death, my parents destroyed all my photos, and I have never

seen what I used to look like.

Holding the photos given by Dai Qingshu, I felt like wailing and crying.

But I couldn't; it would alert the bodyguards outside.

Drying my tears, I handed the photos back to Dai Qingshu and asked him to keep them for me for the time being.

The great revenge has not yet been taken; keeping these photos with me would only cause more trouble.

If Gu Qingyu discovered them, it would only alert the enemy.

Dai Qingshu suddenly looked as if something dawned on him. He quickly put the photos back into the envelope and stuffed it into the wide sleeve of his monk's robe.

I stared at his bald head, suddenly feeling a bit puzzled: Is this person a real monk?