Su Li shoved her phone right in front of Ning Zhiyuan's face, almost sticking it into his nostrils.
No matter how much he didn't want to look, it was impossible.
With a glance at the phone, he recognized the sceneries, having been quite the traveler in his youth.
Some sights were familiar, while others he hadn't experienced.
Helplessly, Ning Zhiyuan found himself reminiscing about those times. Despite being married, he had spent most of his free time indulging in various hobbies, often neglecting his family and wife. Still, his wife hadn't resented him for it—it must have been true love.
This thought led Ning Zhiyuan's wandering mind to suddenly take a sharp turn elsewhere.
He mused, Su Li had loved him for decades; she couldn't just let go all of a sudden. Could this behavior be because her love was too difficult to express?
When Ning Zhiyuan looked over with a meaningful and strange gaze, it gave Su Li goosebumps all over.
"Su Li, I...."
