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Chapter 552

While talking, Grandma attempted to place the photo album back in the wooden box nearby to continuetheir conversation. However, due to her weakened condition, her grip faltered, causing the album to slipfrom her grasp.

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

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

“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 bywhat she saw.

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

“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 quicklyapproached.

“What happened?”

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

Taking the photo from Lois’ hands, Millie too was surprised. The image portrayed a young girl holding abouquet of apricot blossoms, her face partially obscured by the flowers, leaving only a fraction of herfeatures 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 andpale, looking distinctly dissimilar to her present self.

Millie handed the photo over to her grandmother, her voice laced with bewilderment. “Grandma, howcome I’ve never seen this photo before?”

Gazing at the photo, Millie was suddenly overwhelmed by a sharp headache. The person in the picturewas 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 breakneckpace, each flower blooming and fading in a split second. Her head throbbed intensely, and the entireexperience 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 particular picture from their hands.

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