Her brain was a little hot, and her eyes were getting hot.
Luo Xi wanted to avoid looking and clicked on the man's photo album.
But he was suddenly hit by a heat wave without warning, and his tears rolled down without any possibility of restraint.
The album begins with her and ends with her.
From beginning to end, she is the protagonist in the photo.
She was sitting by the pool playing with the water, she was standing in the kitchen cooking, she was standing on the balcony blowing the wind quietly, she was sleeping peacefully in someone's arms.
As quiet as water, beautiful and bright.
She never knew that she could be so delicate and refreshing.
If this phone is picked up by an unrelated passerby, he will probably conclude without hesitation that the owner of this phone is a man who is very good at taking pictures but does not take pictures often.
Moreover, this man loves the people in the photos.
This girl.
The only girl in all the photos.
Love it very much, love it very much Then does this fool leave his phone here just to let himself see these photos and tell himself how much he loves her?
Is there anything else you want to show her?
Luo Xi hurriedly opened the address book with trembling fingertips.
Except for an internal connection, Jian Qing's number, and the Xiao family's phone number, all other numbers were cleared.
These are the most important contacts for her now, sufficient for all her needs.
He is always one step ahead, considerate and impeccable.
But what she needs most right now, no one can give it to her except him.
Did he leave anything for himself to say?
Did he leave himself some clues that could contact him?
With this thought in mind, Luo Xi hurriedly searched every corner of his phone, including notepads, memos, and various documents.
But the phone seemed to have been cleaned in advance, as clean as if it had just been produced in the factory.
Apart from photos and contacts, no traces of use are left.
Luo Xi refused to give up and reached out to open the computer on the table.
The folder named Luo Xi was still there.
Thinking of the video program the man had set up in it last time, Luo Xi couldn't help but wonder if the result of opening it this time would be that he had recorded a brand new video for himself.
Even if it’s only three or two sentences She longed to have a video of him, even the last time he was angry.
She turned out to be so indifferent and horribly stupid.
She had been lucky that he would find a way to stay, and there would always be a chance to stay by her side.
So stupid that I stayed with him for so long, kept the closest distance to him, and yet didn’t save any photos of him.
What if one day, she gets tired of waiting for him, falls asleep, and completely forgets what he looks like when she wakes up?
Jing Mohao, what should I do if one day I forget your appearance without warning?
Will I cry inexplicably in front of the mirror, will I be in a daze facing the empty room, will I giggle inexplicably at the signature you left behind?
Will you come back, hold me in your arms, and say coldly to me, "Stupid woman."
She didn't think about it anymore.
Things in the world were always so ordinary and bizarre, and there was no way for anyone to suspect them.
She pressed it with her index finger and the folder was opened.
No video pops up.
The folder was actually opened
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