Five years after my wife's death, she came back!

Shi Ying stood there, staring down at the tattered photograph. She slowly bent down, as if possessed, and tried to pick it up.

Just then, a blinding ray of light came through the window, abruptly bringing Shi Ying back to her senses.

It was Shang Chenyan who had returned. His familiar black Maybach blended almost into the night, with only the headlights standing out.

Shi Ying slapped his forehead and hurriedly picked up the photo frame and put it back in the box.

What is she doing?

You almost broke someone's picture frame, and you still want to look at other people's photos?

Shi Ying despised herself. Although Shang Chenyan was a gentle person, this was still his home, and it was very impolite to look at other people's things without permission.

However, the photo was quite strange; the girl's face was not visible. Could it be Shang Chenyan's ex-girlfriend? He was heartbroken and cut off the girl's head in a fit of anger, but he couldn't bear to throw the photo away, so he locked it in the box.

Shi Ying felt she had figured out the truth.

The door opened, and Shang Chenyan, with his coat draped over his arm, saw Shi Ying standing in the living room. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

"Aren't you asleep yet?"

She's waiting for him, isn't she?

The man's voice was low and hoarse, and he carried a faint smell of alcohol, which gradually filled the air.

When Shi Ying saw him, she was reminded of the photo from earlier. Somewhat embarrassed, she placed the box on the table and said, "Mr. Shang, I accidentally dropped this box on the ground. The lock seems to be broken, but the contents are fine. I've put it back."

Shang Chenyan's gaze fell on the box, his lowered eyelashes concealing the emotions in his eyes.

"It's okay, this box is old, and the contents aren't that important anymore."

That photo was a picture of him and Shi Ying from the year they graduated.

Ying bought this box at the campus flea market the year she graduated. She said it had a medieval style, and although it was a bit old, it was pretty and could be used as a decoration.

Five years ago, when she had just left, Shang Chenyan's emotions were very unstable. He would be sad one moment, anxious the next, and angry the next.

He seems to be going crazy.

He both cherished the traces she left behind and wished he could seal away everything she owned.

When he came to his senses, he found himself sitting on the living room floor, having poured the photos out of the box and cut off the girl who was nestled next to him with scissors.

Seeing everything he had done, Shang Chenyan covered his head in frustration, feeling like he was about to collapse.

He hated that she left him, and he also hated that he couldn't keep her.

He put the damaged photo into that equally old box, and it remained unopened for five years.

The box and the photos are precious because of her.

Now that she's back, nothing compares to her standing alive right in front of me.

Shi Ying felt relieved after hearing him say that, but she still suggested, "How about I find someone to fix it tomorrow? It's just a matter of getting a new lock made."

"No need." Shang Chenyan walked to the sofa and sat down. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his breathing a little heavy. "Just leave it there. The older the box is, the better it looks."

Shi Ying nodded: "I also think so. This looks like a medieval style. I've seen many similar photos in books."

"Really?" Shi Ying couldn't see the man's eyes clearly, only hear his voice, "You like this style too?"

"Yes, when I was little, I always liked to fantasize that I was a princess in a castle when I read fairy tales..." Shi Ying said, a little embarrassed.

Shang Chenyan smiled silently. After all these years, her hobby hadn't changed.

Because she liked it, the villa's decoration style leaned towards retro, the garden outside was decorated according to her favorite movie scenes, and even the flowers planted were imported from abroad.

"Mr. Shang, have you been drinking? Shall I get you a glass of water?"

"Thanks."

Shi Ying poured him a cup of hot water, then suddenly asked urgently, "Did you drive back by yourself?"

Seeing her like this, Shang Chenyan smiled and said, "Are you worried about me?"

"Of course! How can you drive after drinking? It's lucky nothing happened. If something did happen, you'd endanger yourself and others!"

"The driver brought me back." Shang Chenyan leaned back on the sofa, his voice somewhat languid. "I'm a good citizen, after all."

"Oh..." Shi Ying tapped her fingers, and seeing that he had finished drinking, she said, "Then you should get some rest. I'm going upstairs too."

"Okay, goodnight."

Shi Ying returned to her room. It was almost eleven o'clock. She snuggled into the warm blankets and soon fell asleep.

She didn't sleep very well. In her hazy state, a gray fog appeared before her eyes, and Shi Ying walked forward uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the fog gradually dissipated, and she found herself standing on a playground.

"Can't you two act a little more affectionate? You're a couple, why are you looking so long-faced?"

Shi Ying felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, and upon hearing it, she immediately thought of Pei Yanchuan's carefree and irresponsible manner.

There appeared to be three people standing in the distance, two men and one woman.

Pei Yanchuan was dressed casually and carrying a camera, Shang Chenyan wore a white shirt and black pants, and Shi Ying wore a pink dress.

"Crouch down a little, go behind him, and put your hands on his shoulders."

Shang Chenyan bent down slightly, and Shi Ying ran behind him and immediately hugged his neck.

There were many people taking pictures on the playground, and their gazes seemed to fall on the group. Shang Chenyan felt a little uncomfortable, especially when Shi Ying pressed her face against his, he blushed immediately.

With a "click," Pei Yanchuan burst out with a chorus of complaints: "You're too stiff. It's just taking a picture, why are you making that face?"

"Boyfriend, do you have to be so shy?" Shi Ying teased him.

Shang Chenyan was somewhat embarrassed: "I'm sorry..."

He hasn't had his picture taken in many years.

"No, start over!"

Pei Yanchuan directed the two to pose in many different ways, but Shang Chenyan remained expressionless, driving him to the brink of collapse.

"Alright, alright, let's take a proper picture like this."

Seeing that he was about to explode, Shi Ying quickly pulled Shang Chenyan to stand properly. She stopped making a fuss and obediently held his hand, standing beside him: "Take the picture like this."

When Pei Yanchuan counted "one, two, three," Shi Ying gently scratched Shang Chenyan's palm, and he smiled unconsciously.

The moment the shutter was pressed, Shi Ying tilted her head and leaned it against the man's shoulder.

In the photo, the man has a slight smile on his face, and the girl leans on his shoulder with a bright smile. The action is not particularly intimate, but it is the most natural photo ever taken.

With a "click," Shi Ying woke up from her dream.

The dream faded quickly, and she shook her head, but she couldn't remember what the person in her dream looked like.

Shi Ying tried her best to recall, and suddenly, she trembled all over.

The clothes the girl in my dream was wearing were exactly the same as the girl in that photo!