Han Xiyan stopped, hesitated, and slowly turned around, his eyes falling on the photo in Nangong Minglu's hand.
In the photo, a young couple squatted half-crouching, hugging a handsome six- or seven-year-old boy. The family of three smiled happily at the camera. The most beautiful and heartwarming moment in the world was perfectly frozen in that photo.
…
Han Xiyan stared closely at the photo in Nangong Minglu's hand, almost unable to believe his eyes. He murmured: "How could..."
Nangong Minglu took back the photo and said coldly: "How was it? You didn't expect it, did you? You always thought it was your photo that was burned in that little dark room, right?"
Nangong Minglu raised her head slightly and looked at Han Xiyan coldly, with a sarcastic smile on her lips, "You never dreamed, right? What I burned in that small dark room was not your photos at all, but me
of……"
Nangong Minglu's eyes were a little moist, "That day was my birthday, but my father completely forgot about it. He put all his thoughts on you, as if you were his biological child..., I am very jealous.
, I was very sad. I took the photos I took on my birthday when I was a child, and secretly ran to the hut to cry. Later, the more I thought about it, the angrier I became, so I simply burned all the photos..."
"But when I watched them being engulfed by the flames and gradually turning into ashes, I regretted it. They were witnesses of our family's happiness. How could I destroy them like this... Then I thought of you...,
You were the one who stole your father, why should I be the only one sad? I ran back and stole all your photos, but I didn’t destroy any of them, because I had already lost them, and I knew there was no more.
What do they feel like, I...can't bear it..., what do you think? Do you want to take them back?" Nangong Minglu stopped talking, and the tears in her eyes were forced back by her.
"Give it back to me!" Han Xiyan stared at the photo in Nangong Minglu's hand with strong desire in his eyes.
