Lu Yuan opened the photo album, and the first page that caught his eye was full of Qingqing's photos.
It started when she was still wearing her hair in a bun and running behind him.
In the first photo, Qingqing’s face was dirty, but she was smiling brightly, holding a sunflower in her hand and stretching it towards the camera.
Dead memories suddenly come back to life.
Lu Yuan was in a trance, and that long-lost scene flashed through his mind.
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