While she was sound asleep in the guest room, Cree endured a bout of insomnia. Ever since undergoing therapy to forget his former pains of being hurt by a woman, he had not anticipated that he would be emotionally injured once again. Why had this happened just when he had been looking forward to her answer? Cree took out his smartphone and scrolled through the photographs in the gallery of his smartphone.
He had about fifty photographs, of which thirty-two were candid shots he had taken of Qiao Ruo when she was asleep or occupied with other matters. If loving was so painful, what he could he do to forget all his pain?
