"Okay," as long as it was a request from An Hao, Yan Ye would agree, "What would you like me to bring to him? However, I'm pressed for time and have to leave at nine tonight. So, you'll need to be quick."
"Uh-huh. No problem," An Hao said as she opened her bag and took out a photograph, "Please take this to him."
The photograph was a family portrait.
It was taken during the children's full-month celebration, a photo with her, Qin Jian, and their two kids.
She loved this photograph and had the photo studio print two extra copies. She also carried one in her wallet.
Yan Ye took the photograph from An Hao, his gaze landing on it.
In the photo, the man stood tall and handsome like a sturdy tree; the woman was soft and beautiful, draping over the tree like silk vines, and their two little treasures were the crystallization of their love.
The man's expression was subdued, but the laughter in his eyes was profound.
