Xiao Yu walked over slowly and stood in front of that wall. Gong Ting, as a child, looked like a little gentleman, dressed in a plaid suit, and even then his good looks were destined.
The old lady stood behind her, "This is a photo of Gong Ting at age ten. At that time, he wasn't as withdrawn as he is now. His personality changed dramatically after he was kidnapped."
Xiao Yu's eyes fell on the boy's face, his smile bright. In her memory, she seemed to have never seen Gong Ting laugh heartily. She thought people controlled their emotions as they grew up, but perhaps it was because of that year's kidnapping.
"Ever since he was kidnapped, he's suffered from insomnia, needing medication for years to sleep peacefully." A hint of distress flickered in the old lady's eyes.
Xiao Yu was somewhat surprised; she had lived with Gong Ting for so long and had never seen him take sleeping pills. However, she knew he slept lightly because every time she woke up, he had already gotten up.
