「It turned out that this had all started half an hour ago.」
Pan Lanfang couldn't take it anymore.
She once again stood at the door to Jiang Yixia's bedroom, her hand resting on the doorknob. She hesitated for a long moment before pushing the door open.
Ever since she found out Lu Fan and Jiang Yixia's secret, Jiang Guoqiang had constantly noticed she wasn't acting right. But she couldn't tell him what was wrong. With no other choice, she had to sneak into Jiang Yixia's room to look at that old photograph.
She walked to the side of the bed, squatted down, and began dragging out the cardboard boxes from underneath, one by one.
The first, the second, the third.
The smallest one, its corners frayed with age.
Her hand paused on the lid. She took a deep breath and opened it.
The book was still there—the yellowed one with the curled cover.
She took the book out and opened it. The photograph was tucked quietly inside.
