They stayed up until almost noon, and Guan Yi said that this special moment needed a photo to commemorate, so he pulled Yu Qiao close to him by the bed, posed, and prepared for a selfie.
Initially, both of them were looking at the camera, but at the moment of taking the picture, Yu Qiao suddenly turned and kissed him on the cheek.
There were a few more photos after that—one of Guan Yi kissing her, some of them making funny faces, and even one of them in a French kiss.
Before they broke up, she would often take these photos out to reminisce, repeatedly savoring the sweetness of their love back then.
Being young, love could be extravagant, wild, and passionate.
But looking at them now, that sweetness had turned into poison.
When the photos in the folder finished playing automatically, the wine in Yu Qiao's hand was almost gone as well.
Perhaps it was the numbness from the alcohol; she finally felt sleepy, slouched on the bean bag chair, and fell asleep just like that.