He couldn't bear to let others discover Su Wanxin, so he hid her away.
But the fact that he's willing to take photos and hang them on the wall, it suggests...
He wants to show off.
To flaunt that she is his.
With a complex mix of feelings, Su Wanxin helped him search for a long time until they finally found it.
"Wanwan, come here."
She heard Fu Shihan softly calling her, turned her head, and quickly walked over to his side. Then, following his gaze, she saw a certain photo on the wall, her eyes flickered, and her nose felt sour.
In the photo, they were both so young.
She leaned into his embrace, his hand draped over her shoulder. She was smiling carefree, bright and splendid, while his expression held a touch of arrogance, the pride was evident on his face.
Fu Shihan's throat moved slightly as he gazed deeply at the photo before taking it down and looking at the back.
The bold and unrestrained handwriting was very familiar to him, it was his own.
