Meng Yifan and I were stunned.
There were actually three memorial portraits?
Had three people already died?
But when we opened the black package and saw the third memorial portrait, I nearly threw it away.
The third memorial portrait was actually of a baby!
"Th-this..."
I looked at the owner, badly shaken. "Why is this one of a baby?"
The baby in the portrait looked a few months old, fair-skinned and chubby.
But there was something strange about this portrait. It had been drawn-a copied drawing, in other words-not made from a photograph.
"I'm puzzled too."
The owner looked awkward. "Normally, when a baby this young dies, there's no need for a memorial portrait. There's really no point. It's just a source of pain for the parents."
"But that young woman insisted on having this portrait made. She didn't even have a photograph of the baby, just a drawing she gave me to copy. I'm running a business, so I had no reason to turn a customer away. That's why I made it."
Holding the memorial portrait, I found it eerier the longer I looked at it.
Meng Yifan leaned over and whispered, "What on earth is Du Yuwei up to? It's like she knew we'd come to this shop, and she even left this portrait for us. Whose baby is this? Hers?"
I shook my head and said I had no idea.
If Du Yuwei really had a child, the child must have died. If the child were alive, there wouldn't be a memorial portrait.
Then who had fathered her child?
Could it have been Du Ruhai...
"Since she said to leave the portrait for you, I'll hand it over to you now. She's already paid," the owner told us.
I asked him another question. "Did she see the