Jiang Zhixun thought about the birthday gift Zhou Hansheng gave Shen Qingqing.
It was a sketchbook.
Filled with drawings of her in various poses.
Obviously, the drawing skills weren't as good as Qingqing's and couldn't quite capture the essence.
But it conveyed genuine emotion, capturing all the little details of everyday life.
During those four years when Jiang Zhixun was absent, through the small sketchbook, he finally caught a glimpse of what Shen Qingqing was like back then.
Honestly, he did feel quite jealous.
Jealous of how Zhou Hansheng could be by Qingqing's side for so many years.
But after the jealousy, he felt grateful.
Grateful that someone was there to accompany Qingqing, not letting her be alone in a foreign land.
It wasn't so bad.
That sketchbook, Jiang Zhixun kept it.
Although it was given by a rival, the person featured was his wife.
He had to keep it, to flip through it from time to time.
