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The woman in the photo has a melon seed face, very pretty, refined and virtuous. Her eyes were gentle, clear as an autumn pool. As Yves King looked into her eyes, it was as if she was also looking at him, quietly and worriedly.
She didn't talk much, and she never blamed Yves King. However, whenever he caused trouble, she would always secretly shed tears, very sad. For Yves King, this was even more distressing than being tied up and flogged hard.
Therefore, back then, in order not to make her sad and cry, Yves King became increasingly adept at causing mischief without getting caught. He had more and more tactics to erase traces and bury facts. In the end, he even reached a masterful level of doing bad things.
Even though the photo was very clean, Yves King gently wiped it with his sleeve. Stepping on a chair, he hung it back on the wall. Then he quietly stared at it, no one knew what he was thinking.
