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The photographs were well preserved. Over the years, Li Chengfeng had cherished these photos, taking them out whenever he missed her.
Li Xuanji's looks were not particularly outstanding, but there was a special charisma to the combination of her features.
Seeing him stare at the photo, Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Your nose really resembles your mother's, and she was extremely beautiful when she laughed. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Li Xiaoyao couldn't help but smile at these words, but he quickly composed himself after his smile.
"Xiaoyao," Li Chengfeng looked at him affectionately, "you are mine and Xuanji's son, and nobody can change that."
Li Xiaoyao put down the photo and instinctively reached for the pendant around his neck.
Li Chengfeng, noticing the pendant, asked in surprise, "Is that from Xuanji?"
"Mm," Li Xiaoyao replied as he took off the pendant and placed it on the table.