"Ji Buwang, look at my photo. Can you see my face?" He had to look at her photo some more to know what a human face looked like.
"What are you trying to say?" After hearing Mu Jingzhe take turns telling people her last words, Ji Buwang was left a little speechless. "Now that you've talked to Auntie and the rest, including the kids, it's my turn?"
Although this could at least prove that he had a place in her heart, he didn't want to know this at all.
Mu Jingzhe choked. "I was just talking about the photo…"
"I'm sure you want to say that if I can see your photo, you'll leave me your photo so that I can look at it when you're gone. But I don't want to look at the photo. I just want to look at the living version of you. What's so good about photos? They're dead objects."
Mu Jingzhe said weakly, "Alright, I won't leave a photo behind then."
