She looked at the photographs one by one; they were meticulously arranged, even with dates carefully marked.
Some details were so distant she could hardly recall, like a photo of a bird she had posted on a photography forum years ago. He had stuck a small label beneath the photo, noting it was taken when she was sixteen, by a pond near her home.
Her heart was filled with indescribable emotions.
Had he lived looking at these photos all these years?
She turned to him; his long, beautiful eyes still quietly gazed at her, concealing complex emotions deep within. Unable to bear such a gaze, she couldn't help but speak, "Why do you keep these pretentious things? Why not include photos of the fire incident site, or perhaps they might prompt you to reflect on how despicable you've been."
He let her curse without retorting.
Han looked at them uneasily, tugging at her sleeve, "Mom, I'm hungry."
Su Xingyu couldn't afford to continue arguing with him and left holding her child's hand.
