In the photograph, Lin Ping stood close to Bai Long, her face full of shy admiration as she looked at him, while Bai Long's brow was furrowed, as if he had just finished a fight, his fists clenched unwillingly.
Chen Xin didn't have such a photo.
The only picture in his wallet was a group photo taken many years ago, when Li Zishen's father, Li Zhenshan, had just adopted them.
"So it turns out you two had taken a photograph together..."
"Don't get it wrong, the wallet was forcefully given to me by Lin Ping when she was 16, and the photo was taken against my will. Since she's gone now, the belongings should return to their rightful owner."
Ah, you ruthlessly pushed her away, failing to honor her youthful affections!
What a pity, truly a waste!
Chen Xin shook his head and chuckled bitterly, then carefully tucked the black wallet into his pocket.
"What's so funny?" Bai Long raised an eyebrow and asked.