At that moment, Michal heard the movement of the octavo box falling on the floor, and she put down the book in her hand and turned around to walk over.

"Cecelia, it's okay. It's all very old, very old stuff. My grandparents passed away many years ago, and I was going to get someone to clean it all out. If it's broken, it's broken.”

Cecelia crouched on the ground, her fingers frozen in mid-air, and she felt hesitant to pick up the photo.

The old, yellowed black and white photos look decades old.

A extraordinarily beautiful and youthful girl was standing in a pavilion, less than twenty years old, and full of vitality.

Just ... the same.

Cecelia had seen this face. It looked just the same as Joyce. Although Cecelia had not seen Joyce a lot, every time she felt so impressed. And she simply could never forget the outstanding beauty and special temperament.

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and crouched down in the same way. She saw that Cecelia was in a daze, and with the

up the photo, she accidentally touched the mechanism of

a few sounds, the eight-tone box played a beautiful

mechanical reeds echoed clearly in the old mansion, as

curiously, pawed it in her hand, and said to herself,

the

of the photo, the

said excitedly to Cecelia, "Cecelia, Cecelia, this is Mia. Oh my God, she looks as beautiful as a

had a premonition just

photo in the Cole family's ancestral study in an octavo

that be but Mia, the pain of the Cole family? “Look, there's a name on the back of the picture, it says Mia. It's really Mia. My God, Mia has been living in everyone's memory, and it's

"Hmm."

frozen,

squatted there and the numbness in her legs was gone. She felt a

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