I did look cute.

Chen Mumu turned and noticed the photo Xu Jingli was holding in his hand. It was a childhood picture of her, one her father, Chen Murong, had taken.

They had gone to the park that day, and it was one of the most beautiful memories of her life. Now, it felt like a distant moment frozen in time, but she kept the photo as a reminder of that happiness.

With a soft smile, she gently took the picture from Xu Jingli's hand. A trace of nostalgia flickered in her eyes as she gazed at it. "Yes," she murmured absentmindedly, "I did look cute as a child."

Xu Jingli had never heard anyone praise themselves so openly. He scoffed and snatched the photo from her hands. "Okay, enough of praising yourself."

Chen Mumu rolled her eyes and replied, "You're the one who brought the photo in the first place, so technically, you started this."