The bits and pieces he missed were all captured by the camera, presenting themselves to him in a unique way.
An indescribable tremor coursed through his veins, causing his body to shudder slightly. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to rein in his emotions.
"Mr. Bai, I will stand guard outside the door."
The assistant, seeing the somewhat restrained expression on Bai Zheng's face, took the initiative to move to the door, leaving the space for the family of three entirely to Bai Zheng.
Bai Zheng stood in front of the photos for a long time, meticulously looking at each one. As he gazed at the pictures, he felt as if Ye Mingmei had arranged the photo wall waiting for his return.
Waiting for him to come see their daughter...
Bai Zheng walked into the bedroom, looking at the warmly decorated room, stepped forward, sat on the bed, and ran his hand over the pillow, which no longer had warmth, yet he could still catch a faint scent belonging to Ye Mingmei.
