Shen You'an went back to her bedroom to get the photo.
Xiang Chenyu had never felt time pass so slowly.
In about half a minute, Shen You'an emerged from the bedroom, holding a photo frame in her hand.
Xiang Chenyu lowered her gaze, not daring to look.
Shen You'an thoughtfully held the frame out to her: "This is my dad. Isn't he handsome?"
The photo depicted a young couple. The woman was nestled in the man's arms, her gaze lowered as she gently touched her round belly. Her beauty radiated a divine maternal glow.
Beside her stood a tall man.
In his early twenties, he had a sharp buzz cut, healthy bronze skin, sharp brows, and starry eyes, with a kind of striking handsomeness that cut like a blade. His high nose and deep-set eyes almost gave him the look of a mixed race.
Yet the smile on the man's face was so bright and sunny that it softened the sharpness of his features, giving off a sense of warmth and approachability.
