Chapter 254 Without Alarming the Enemy

• I took a deep breath and pulled open the drawer. Mount Wuxiang was lying inside.
• Old Yu's room had an antique feel. In the center of the room, there was an enormous picture frame—almost two by two meters—that would fit Mount Wuxiang.
• I put the painting in the frame and sat on a chair opposite it, silently contemplating the painting.
• I did not much about oil paintings or art in general. I could not tell whether or not it was a good painting.
• But I could see that among the cherry blossoms of Mount Wuxiang, there was a graceful and gentle woman holding a child's hand as they looked at the scenery.
• The woman looked remarkably like my mother, and the little boy was none other than me.