Xiao Moli casually picked one out and took a glance.
Underneath the Eiffel Tower, the young girl in the photo was smiling brightly like sunshine.
"When was this photo taken?"
An Ziqi leaned over to take a look, "Six years ago." Thinking about what happened six years ago, Xiao Moli pursed his lips, his fingertips softly brushing over her slightly naive face in the photo.
If he had realized earlier back then...
They might have gotten together much earlier, and wouldn't have missed so many years.
He was mesmerized by the photo.
"Isn't this girl very beautiful?"
An Ziqi raised her small face proudly, taking her turn to be narcissistic now.
Xiao Moli looked up at her, then back at the photo, and seriously said, "The you in the photo is much more adorable than the real you."
"Then you should take the photo to get the marriage certificate."
An Ziqi turned her face away from him, even before the marriage certificate was obtained, he was already getting sick of her.