Slapping An Yexuan

Yun Bixue held the photographs so tightly that her hands trembled. The blood ran from her face, and her breaths hitched. She raised her head to look at the sky, her eyes filling with icy rage.

She could imagine that if the fighter jet had not been shot down, it would have scattered much more than these few photographs. There would probably be larger prints. Who was this crafty person?

Xie Limo picked up the remaining photos and ensured that none were left behind. Lowering his head, he looked at them, his expression changing when he finally saw them. A dark glint flashed across his eyes, and the veins on his smooth hands twitched as well.

These were photos of Yun Bixue and An Yexuan in university. The first one depicted An Yexuan carrying Yun Bixue on his back as they walked in the forest. The second one showed An Yexuan and Yun Bixue on a bicycle as they rode on the streets.