On the bedside table, there is a photo of her and Xiao Ji taken many years ago.
In the photo, Su Hongxing and Xiao Ji look so young, their faces brimming with bright smiles. At that time, they hadn't yet experienced suffering and hardship and thought the world was beautiful.
Back then, she believed she would marry Xiao Ji and be with him forever.
Xiao Ji picked up the photo, fingers lightly caressing its surface, murmuring, "We don't have many photos together, but this is my favorite. The way you looked at me then was so warm."
So warm that even all these years later, he couldn't forget.
"Xiao Ji, I think you shouldn't always dwell on the past. You must know, today I stand before you feeling forced, having no choice but to compromise..."
"Xingxing, you should rest now." Xiao Ji said as he set down the photo. He walked to the door, turned back again and said, "I still think the old you was more endearing. The current you, has lost its warmth."
