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Mai Xiaomai couldn't help but stretch out her hand, gently touching his hair, then tracing his brow bone, nose, mouth, chin...
Everything was so perfect.
As if it was sculpted by the most skilled master...
She watched fondly for a good fifteen minutes, took out her phone, turned off the flash, and captured his sleeping face, uploading it to her private album in her space.
The album was full of photos.
She couldn't help but click on them one by one.
The first photo she opened was taken by the photographer at the bridal studio on the day of their marriage, intended for display at their wedding.
The two people in the photo looked so indifferent it was as if they were strangers.
There was no exchange of gazes.
Moreover, there was a hint of impatience on his face.
Of course, she also wore an indifferent expression.
Two people who clearly shouldn't be together, yet somehow they were tied to each other.
