Fingertips gently touched the shell, sadness overflowing like water.
Since childhood, whenever she was unhappy, only one thing could comfort her—the camera.
Her mind was somewhat in a trance, and through the blurred metal shell reflection, she seemed to see her younger self again, cherished by her parents like a princess. And then? Liu Meizhi entered the house, and everything collapsed with a crash; she realized that the happiness she once had was nothing but a mirage, shattered and vanished, gone forever.
The cold of the metal seeped gradually into her heart.
A pain, as if stained with blood.
Lu Shifeng was right, she never truly had a home, so how could she lose one?
What did he do when he was sad?
