Xiao Ye still went to Shangdao Coffee.
The elegant ambiance, two people sitting across from each other.
Yin Bin looked at Xiao Ye, the two men both appearing unusually calm.
Without saying much, he handed Xiao Ye a thick kraft paper envelope directly.
Xiao Ye took it, pulled out the photos from inside the envelope.
They were photos taken in Xi'an.
Photos of Yao Beidi in Xi'an, smiling radiantly like a blooming flower.
Xiao Ye flipped through them one by one—the Terracotta Warriors, Huaqing Pool, the summit of Mount Hua, and many candid moments, glances, quiet whispers. Yao Beidi's smile was truly beautiful, even during those years when he didn't particularly like her. He still thought her smile was infectious.
After looking through the photos attentively, Xiao Ye put them down and lifted his gaze to Yin Bin: "Why are you showing these to me?"
