Ji Sang suddenly turned his head to look at Ah Xing in the courtyard.
It seemed as if Ah Xing sensed it too, and also turned her head to look over.
The tea room had floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing a clear view out from the inside, but from the outside, nothing could be seen.
Yet even so, Ah Xing managed to hold Ji Sang's gaze.
Instantly, memories of conversations with Fu Zhixing from childhood flooded Ji Sang's mind.
"Auntie, you are so pretty."
"Thank you, Ah Shang. You'll be even prettier when you grow up."
"Auntie, what's that in your sleeve?"
"This? It can take lots of beautiful photos, capturing the world's beauty. But Ah Shang, you mustn't tell anyone."
"Why not?"
"Auntie wants only you to know, can you promise Auntie that?"
"Mhm, Auntie, will I also be able to take lots of pretty photos in the future?"
"Of course."
"Then I will definitely take photos of Auntie."
"Good."
....
Ji Sang's eyes suddenly turned sour with emotion.
