The silent black night, in a large room, only a warm yellow lamp glows, the leaves rustle in the breeze, and the pink curtains sway on both sides.
On the European palace-style bed sits a woman in a purple gauzy nightgown.
She holds a stack of photos in her hand, flipping through them one by one.
Each photo looks so beautiful.
From among the many photos, she picks one, her gaze fixed intensely upon it.
By the light blue seaside, two people sit intimately on the ground, kissing passionately.
"Brother Asher, you really live so happily."
Irene's eyes suddenly darkened; if she hadn't sent someone to secretly photograph Asher Land and Sophie Smith's movements, she might not have known they had come this far, even having a child.
Ha, look at how they appear in the photos, none without a smile.
However, happiness for too long needs to be paid with a price. Irene Morton absolutely could not easily give up someone she had liked for so many years.
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