In the afternoon, Zhixi stayed in her room, fiddling with her laptop.
Aside from folders, the hard drive was filled with Xiaobao's photos, documenting the little one's growth from birth until now.
There were also photos of her with Xiaobao, selfies of her pregnant with twins, and a large number of candid shots of He Jingyao.
Because they were taken covertly, most of the photos were of profile or back views, but in them, the man still looked incredibly handsome.
Zhixi suddenly felt her eyes were getting warm.
She must have deeply loved this man to have thought to record every moment of him.
Occasionally there were photos of the man's full face, probably because he discovered her sneaky shots, looking at the camera with slightly displeased raised eyebrows.
Yet his gaze remained soft and doting.
She bit her lip, closed the laptop, and stared into space.
