A heart felt as if it was gripped by something, held tightly in its clasp.
Qin Haiming looked into her eyes, decided not to ask any further, and just looked at the photograph instead.
"Do you remember this photo? It was taken in our old house. I still remember you had just come home from school," he said.
So, there was a bit of Mu Yichen in that photo as well.
It was because he had escorted her home, and as he watched her take the photo, he wanted to join them but was too shy to say so. He just watched them, a family of three, taking the picture.
Suddenly, Qin Mu remembered that day when Mu Yichen had been very upset. When she came back to her senses, her eyes had already begun to mist over. She stood there quietly, holding her breath.
"Did you call me here just for this photo?" she asked.
"Don't you want it?" he replied.
"The person is already dead. What use do I have for a photo?" she asked, turning her head.
She had photos of her mother.