Together, they helped erect the tombstone again. After the others left, Qin Mu stood in front of it and gazed at the portrait on the tombstone with an involuntary, small smile.
"Where did you find this photo?"
"On an abandoned cellphone."
Qin Mu turned to look at him, and Mu Yichen sighed, "Remember that cellphone you smashed that year?"
"Didn't you say you threw it away?"
"Actually, I just secretly kept it."
Qin Mu...
"Liar!"
She couldn't help but rebuke him, yet her heart felt warm.
"I'm going to continue deceiving you until you willingly call me 'husband' in public."
Qin Mu, drawn to the expression in his eyes that contrasted with his defiant gaze as he looked up at the blue sky, unconsciously moved closer and nudged him with her shoulder: Let's go back!
That gentle nudge seemed to touch his very heart.
