"Then let me guess." Yang Hexuan slightly lifted his head, his chin resting at the crown of her hair, his tone neither light nor heavy, neither rushed nor slow: "Once, there was a girl who liked a boy. He liked her too. They promised to always be together. But one day, a wealthy woman appeared and told the boy, 'If you stay with me, I'll give you everything you want.' In the end, the boy couldn't resist the temptation of money and abandoned the girl he had promised to be with for life."
He spoke as if telling a bedtime story to a child, his voice extraordinarily gentle, and his hold around her gradually loosened, "Are you that girl?"
Xia Yan remained silent, but the tears slid down her ears soundlessly.
Reflecting on the past and comparing it to today's circumstances, everything had long since changed beyond recognition.
In those verdant years, he wore a simple white shirt and said to her, "Yanyan, I want to learn photography, come with me."
