Marriage Seduction Addiction

Chapter 352 Her Appearance
Upon hearing the word "photographs," Yan Shiyu paused slightly.

Tang Xu continued to try to recall.

She didn't really have any specific impression of that photo anymore, because it was just a fleeting glimpse, and the facial features were already a blur in her memory. She only remembered that the person in the photo was a somewhat thin young man.

At this moment, the blurry boy's face suddenly merged with the face of the mature man in front of him.

Xu Xingyang has always been somewhat mysterious, and she brushed off the photo in a few words without mentioning it further.

Although Tang Xu and she had been friends since junior high school, he rarely heard her mention her family.

Tang Xu only saw the man who came to the parent-teacher conferences twice. At that time, Tang Xu thought that was her father. However, he came and went in a hurry each time, and she never had a chance to say hello.

However, Tang Xu never suspected that there was anything wrong with Xu Xingyang's family.

Because she is so outstanding—she has a good personality, excels in her studies, is beautiful, has her own hobbies and dreams, and is full of hope for the future.

By all accounts, she is a little princess who grew up in a loving family.

Although she never had the chance to meet her family, Tang Xu could imagine that her parents were probably very busy and had very strict family rules, which was why she never took her to her home. But such a thing was not enough to affect the relationship between the two girls during adolescence, so Tang Xu never really cared about it.

It wasn't until after the summer vacation when she turned seventeen, after being out of contact for nearly half a month, that Tang Xu was informed of Xu Xingyang's unexpected death.

That was the first time she formally met Xu Xingyang's "parents".

Having just lost their only daughter, they looked heartbroken. Tang Xu didn't dare ask any questions. She just stood in front of the tombstone engraved with "Xu Xingyang," her expression dazed and her thoughts blank, wondering if it was a nightmare or a joke played by God.

Now it has finally been proven that it was indeed a nightmare, but the one who was playing a joke on us was not God.

It's the person who manipulated everything from behind the scenes.

"She never mentioned you, not because she hated you, or because she forgot you, but because someone forbade her to mention you." Tang Xu looked at Yan Shiyu. "She always thought of you, waited for you, which is why she put your picture in the book—she is so outstanding, so good, not because of how much love her family gave her, but because of you!"

After hearing what Tang Xu said, Yan Shiyu remained silent for a long time.

Tang Xu suddenly remembered something, turned around and rummaged through the drawers in the bedroom, quickly finding a memory card.

"I still have her photos, do you want to see them?"

As Tang Xu spoke, she found the machine, inserted the memory card, and then projected the long-forgotten photos onto the computer screen.

The girl's youthful yet serene face suddenly appeared before Yan Shiyu, who couldn't help but hold his breath.

After his mother passed away, his younger sister became the most important person in his life. However, what is unbelievable is that the face of this most important person remains blurry in his memory.

Until I saw these photos.

Those memories, which had been covered in dust, suddenly became clear—

This young girl's face bears the shadow of Ji Yan, who is now 26 years old, as well as the outline of Ji Yan when she was 10 years old.

Yan Shiyu finally remembered what his younger sister looked like when she was a child.

He couldn't help but reach out, as if trying to reach through the screen and touch the girl's face. Her face still held a touch of youthful innocence, yet her brows revealed a coolness beyond her years. And when she looked at the camera, her eyes were clear and sharp, carrying a subtle smile.

Yan Shiyu never imagined that his sister, whom he had missed during those years, would be like this.

Because in his dreams at that time, his sister was always crying, her eyes red and swollen, her voice hoarse, asking him why he was so cruel, why he had left her all alone...

But it turns out, this is what she was like back then—

As Tang Xu said, she is strong, clear-headed, has dreams, and has expectations...

"Is it her?" Tang Xu asked softly. "Am I mistaken?"

After a long silence, Yan Shiyu's reply was finally heard.

"Yes. It's her."

There was no mistake.

At this moment, 17-year-old Xu Xingyang and 26-year-old Ji Yan become one.

They are one person.

Faced with a friend who had been separated from her by life and death for nine years, suddenly returned from the dead, and yet didn't recognize her at all, Tang Xu, even with her unwavering conviction, felt a mix of panic and disbelief, until now, when she received a definitive answer from Yan Shiyu—

She was in a daze, excited and certain, and all sorts of emotions intertwined, finally overwhelming her to the point that tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Tang Xu rarely loses control of her emotions like this.

Even in front of Yan Shiyu, she couldn't help but want to hide herself.

But as she turned to leave, Yan Shiyu reached out and pulled her back into his arms.

Tang Xu felt a sense of helplessness, as if she didn't know what to do with herself.

"I...I'm just so happy, I'm so happy..."

"I know," Yan Shiyu responded softly, reaching out to wipe away the tears on her face.

Tang Xu reached out and gently held his hand. After a moment, she finally buried her head in his arms and began to sob softly without any restraint.

It's been too long, far too long...

Ever since Xu Xingyang left her world, she seems to have been constantly losing.

Losing the ability to dance, losing the dream of dancing, losing herself, losing her father, losing her aunt...

And now, it seems she has finally found something again...

Even if it's just a little bit, for her, it's already the most wonderful thing in the past few years.