"Are you done washing?" Granny Xu held a photo frame, looking at their pictures.
Song Weiyi suddenly appeared; she felt a bit embarrassed and put the frame back, "I was just taking a look."
That was a solo photo of Song Weiyi, kept on the bedside table—a photo from when she was eighteen, which Pei Yibai saw and took it out without saying anything.
Later, Song Weiyi objected, as the inexperienced eighteen-year-old Song Weiyi seemed to look a bit ugly in it...
But her objections were ineffective, and in the end, the photo remained there.
"It's okay," Song Weiyi shook her head.
She knew that Granny Xu actually really wanted to know more about her past.
There was no noise outside; the baby must have been asleep. Song Weiyi finished drying her hair and took out an album from the drawer.
This album was large, containing several hundred photos.
"What is this for?" Granny Xu, seeing her struggling, quickly came over to help.
