Upon hearing him call her cheap, Jian Yanyan felt hurt. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to cry, fiercely ripping the photos in her hand into pieces and throwing them in Su Junhao's face, "You like watching, so take a look, go ahead!"
Su Junhao closed his eyes briefly at the impact, then silently turned around and walked out.
Jian Yanyan leaned against the bed's edge, sliding down to the floor, where she sat and cried for a while before slowly getting up, supporting herself on the bed, inching towards the cabinet, taking out a wooden box to carefully examine the photos along with postcards she'd made from text messages.
She laughed foolishly, suddenly finding all these things absurdly amusing.
What once was cherished like treasure, now felt insignificant.
The only reason she hadn't destroyed these things was because she simply hadn't thought about it until now.
