บท 526: Ye Ling's Mother

This was a picture of a child who did not seem very big yet. He was about five to six years old, and he was really skinny. He was incredibly bony, and one could really describe him to be as thin as a matchstick. His face curved in, and a pair of amber eyes could be seen. In those eyes, there was depression and fear. He was like a skeleton who barely had any muscle or flesh. Shen Qianshu held the photo frame quietly, and her eyes turned red.

She thought to herself, Was this Master?

Was this Master when he was young?

How could he be this skinny? He looks even worse than the children living in poverty in South Africa.