When Shen Li moved his hand away from the photo frame, it suddenly toppled over onto the desk with a clatter.
As he instinctively reached to set the photo frame upright, it tipped over again, landing face down on the desk.
...Shen Li was at a loss for words.
Suddenly, he felt that this fallen photo frame resembled his relationship with Shen Xingchen—it had unknowingly collapsed just like this.
At this moment, Shen Li didn't have any other thoughts; he simply reflected on how much time and effort he had spent raising the little girl who no longer needed him. Inevitably, he felt a tinge of poignancy in his heart.
After all, putting aside the last two years she spent in college, he had raised her for a solid twelve years.
The time and energy he devoted to Shen Xingchen had consumed a significant part of his life, even though there was no blood relation between them.
Looking at the photo frame that had once again collapsed, Shen Li no longer bothered to set it upright.
