Her eyes fixed on the photograph, yet it seemed as if she were reminiscing something beyond it:
"He was frail and often ill from the age of one or two, frequently hospitalized."
"We poured a lot of effort into him, finally turning him into a little chubby boy."
It seemed something had sparked a memory, Gu Zichen's mouth curled into a slight smile, "He was so clingy as a child, wherever I went, he followed..."
"It got better after he started kindergarten. He would sneakily pocket the chocolate he got there, hoping to bring it back for me to eat."
Wen Mian listened to these unknown past events, afraid she might cry, and continued to ask.
"Did you eat it?"
Gu Zichen shook his head, "No, the chocolate melted in his pocket from being held too long, and my mother scolded him..."
"He even tried to blame me first, saying it melted because I didn't pick him up, and he demanded I compensate him."
