Huo Beichen's mind instinctively conjured up the image of that face, gritting its teeth yet still blooming like a radiant smile, and for a moment, he felt a youthful flutter in his heart that should come with adolescence...
Why?
Why, when he saw the little girl's photograph, did Ye Nuanxi's face appear in his mind, and the more he looked at it, the more it resembled hers? Though they were separate as life and death, why did he associate them together?
His trembling fingers turned another page of the album—he saw the woman with long hair and downcast eyes, one hand on the swing and the other caressing her prominently rounded belly, her gaze gentle, radiating maternal warmth, with a smile as sweet as the morning sun. This was probably the most beautiful image he had seen since the little girl's death!
This photo was taken stealthily as he passed by his villa's courtyard, merely thinking, "Consider it a maternity photo of the baby!"
