Yang Xin'er pulled open the wardrobe and looked under the bed, but she didn't find Song Yan Ning. Seeing a photo on the bedside table, she reached out, picked it up, and froze for a moment when she saw the little girl in the photo. The little girl in the photo was so pretty. Surely Song Yan Ning didn't think that by looking at a pretty picture, she herself would become pretty. In her lifetime, she was doomed to be nothing more than an ugly monster. To think she could become pretty was a fantasy; no matter how many pretty pictures she looked at, it wouldn't change the fact that she was an ugly monster.
"Put the photo down!" Yang Lisheng yelled at Yang Xin'er as he saw her holding Song Yan Ning's photo. Xiao Ning didn't like taking photos; that photo was only taken because he and his wife had dragged Xiao Ning to the studio.
