A girl standing in the snow, blowing bubbles, captured in a photo, surrounded by colorful bubbles, a scene as beautiful as a painting.
The girl has a stunning side profile, and in the sunlight, he can clearly see the fine hairs on her face, her eyelashes are long and naturally curled, her eyes clear and bright like a spring...
Beiming Han's pupils contracted violently, his head began to throb as if exploding, something inside was furiously churning...
His fingertips trembled as he flipped through the photos, each photo featuring one main subject, the girl...
Those familiar scenes floated in his mind, the girl's every smile and frown, every movement, seamlessly connected into a continuous picture...
Burning tears rolled from his eyes, his fingers shook to the point where he could barely flip through the album.
Beiming Han suddenly fell from the sofa, unable to restrain his sobs...
One hand tightly clutched his phone, the other covered his chest!
Here... it hurts so much!
