He Zhiyao only took a glance before stuffing the photo back in place.
After his mother's accident, all the old photographs at home were burned to ashes.
Even this sole remaining photo had been inadvertently tucked into an album by him, only to be found by him later on.
For a while, his memories were in disarray; he even doubted whether some of the memories he thought he had ever truly existed.
He Zhiyao tightened his grip on his fingers. Soon, the day will come when everything buried in the past will come to light.
He silently stayed for a while before putting his wallet back in his pocket, and then got up to leave the study and return to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Qin Shuang had fallen asleep again.
He Zhiyao's lips lifted slightly as he walked over to the bed, climbed back in, and pulled her into his arms once more.
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A week later, Qin Shuang officially wrapped up the web series at the film studio.