At least she would respond whenever asked, even if her replies weren't wholehearted, he was happy nonetheless.
Because this indicated that her attitude towards him was slowly improving.
The man sat beside her, unwrapped the packaging paper in front of her, and then he placed the photo frame on the bed before going to get tools to fix two nails into the bedroom wall.
He intentionally made noise to catch her attention, but she deliberately avoided looking at what he was doing.
There were two photo frames, and Tang Yuchen earnestly hung them up on the wall, right across from An Ruo.
She glanced over casually, a tinge of complexity flashing through her eyes.
Inside the frames were not photographs; on the left was a white paper with ten red lipstick marks, and on the right was a simple portrait sketch, of course, a sketch of Tang Yuchen.
These were all gifts she had given to him in the past, which she thought he had thrown away long ago.
