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"I want to see!"
"No!"
"Is that boy your ex-boyfriend?"
Qiao Chutian's dark eyes were fixed on her as he asked.
"Mm-hmm."
"Why did you break up?"
"He…passed away."
As she spoke these words, the image of Cheng Dongcheng's body that she had seen in the United States flashed in her mind, and Mai Xiaomai's heart felt as if it had been harshly stabbed with a heavy awl.
"I'm sorry!"
Qiao Chutian had not expected this to be the outcome, and upon seeing the painful expression on her face, he also felt a guilty apology.
Having experienced the pain of life and death himself, he understood how Mai Xiaomai felt.
Mai Xiaomai pursed her lips, pulled at the corner of her mouth, and forced a smile, "It's okay, it's been so long, life and death are fated."
"Mm."
Qiao Chutian responded, and his gaze returned to the bookshelf. Seeing an album there, he pulled it out.
Inside were all photos of Mai Xiaomai as a child.
