The largest photograph was a family portrait.
In it was a handsome, spirited young officer in military uniform.
He stood tall and straight, a smile on his face.
He looked familiar at first glance. On closer inspection, he bore some resemblance to Zhou Yuanhang.
But Zhou Qihang's features were more striking and soldierly, more like Elder Zhou's.
Zhou Yuanhang took after Professor Yang more, with a gentler, scholarly appearance.
Standing beside Zhou Yuanhang was a woman holding a child.
She must have been Tian Yingxue.
Just as Tian Juying had described, her smile was sweet and gentle.
Even through the photograph, her intelligence and kindness shone through.
The child in her arms was about two years old, an exceptionally beautiful little boy.
Perhaps the photographer had been amusing him when the shutter clicked. The little boy's smile was the most infectious of all, his mouth open in a wide grin as he gazed at the camera, utterly delighted.
This was a happy family!
The kind of happiness that anyone who saw them would feel!
Yet this entire family had lost their lives on the battlefield.
The remaining photographs were individual pictures of Zhou Yuanhang or Tian Yingxue.
Some showed them at work, while others were identification photographs.
Only after looking through each one did Song Ning pick up the written records.
They were detailed, clearly documenting everything from their births to their deaths.
Zhou Qihang was two years older than Lao Lei. Had he lived, he would have been thirty-four.
He had enlisted at seventeen and earned one distinction after another, living with passionate devotion until he finally fell on the battlefield.
His life had been brief and valiant, devoted entirely to Hua Country.
As for Tian Yingxue...
She truly surprised Song Ning!
Tian Yingxue had been a teacher. Gentle