Liu Qingning licked her lips and placed the watch box with perfume on the bed.
She picked up the folded paper and gently opened it.
On it was a sketch portrait of her, drawn during her high school days.
Wearing a school uniform, sitting by the window, headphones on, with a playful and adorable smile on her face.
Below the sketch, there was a line written in pencil.
[Your gentle smile with delicate brows brings spring to the vast mountains and rivers]
Liu Qingning's eyes became a bit moist, her vision gradually blurred.
This image wasn't from any photo; it was only present in Tang Song's memory.
Liu Shuang said with a complex expression: "I have to admit, Tang Song is really good to you. The entire set adds up to three hundred thousand, which is no small sum for him."
She used to firmly believe that Tang Song was not worthy of Liu Qingning and frequently advised her to choose someone better like Cheng Qingfeng or Xiang Kai.
