At this moment, some images suddenly flashed through his mind.
In the images, it seemed like he did pinch her cheek, and he had done this more than once because it was a familiar and favored gesture for him…
A flutter of uneasiness rose within him, difficult to suppress, and his head began to ache. He quickly diverted his gaze, trying not to think about that image.
He wasn't sure what time it was now; he was wide awake, so he reached for the phone on the bedside table.
It was Song Yinyin's phone.
Gently unlocking the phone, the lock screen wallpaper instantly appeared, which was a photo of her and him.
She had said it was their wedding photo.
In the picture, he wore a white suit, his hair meticulously styled, looking handsome and elegant, a stark contrast to his current weary state.
As for her, she wore a white diamond-studded wedding dress.
