Just as Jing Yiren picked up the notebook, a piece of paper suddenly slid out from within.
It landed right on the carpet by Jing Yiren's feet.
Jing Yiren glanced at it thoughtfully.
It was a photo.
It was a photo of her and Lu Ming's wedding.
She remembers that when they took this set of photos, Lu Ming insisted that she wear a phoenix coronet and red robed gown while he wore a matching long robe.
She was adorned with a huge red veil, the photo of Lu Ming and her sitting side by side on an ancient bed.
She just did not expect Lu Ming to keep such a small photo as a bookmark in his notebook.
Jing Yiren bent down to pick up the photo.
Looking at herself under the red veil, she could hardly see her face at that time.
She didn't even know that Lu Ming was smiling so happily then.
Jing Yiren looked at the slightly hooked corner of Lu Ming's mouth in the photo.
Fortunately, in this life, she married Lu Ming.
