Tang Yanqi walked out of her former room, and slowly entered the master bedroom. On the wall above the bed was a wedding photograph. By today's standards, it seemed a bit tacky and somewhat outdated.
The man in the photo was smiling just right, while the woman had a bright smile on her face. Whether she had grown up or been tempered by the years, Tang Yanqi could instantly discern Tang Ruhai's insincere smile in the photo, which did not reach his eyes.
The drawer on one side of the bedside table was inexplicably open, with a small key dangling from it, as if it was usually kept locked.
The nightstand and the inside of the drawer were covered in heavy dust, but one could vaguely make out that there were two photo albums inside the drawer. Tang Yanqi reached out, took them out, and patted off the dust, causing her to cough twice.
Flipping open the first page, there was a color photo that clearly had some age—a family portrait.
