Shang Qian's face tightened and he pursed his lips.
Su Nan looked at Shang Qian and still couldn't believe it.
Although... He seems to be her type.
But he was a stranger to her.
His sense of familiarity was far from enough to make her accept the fact.
Shang Qian sighed, took out his mobile phone, found out the photos of their marriage certificates and handed them over:
"It was taken on the day we got the license. You can have a look, Su Nan. You just forgot it for a while, but we are legally recognized as a factual relationship."
Su Nan looked at his mobile phone and took it with half confidence.
On the photo.
Su Nan snuggled up next to Shang Qian. They were wearing white shirts and smiling faces. The light in their eyes was flashing with love.
It's not adulterated at all.
Su Nan knows herself too well. If she didn't love him, she wouldn't be able to marry a man.
But this kind of love is both strange and familiar.
It seems that she once owned it, but lost it. But just in front of her, she can't confirm whether it belongs to her.
She has no impression at all.
The screen darkened for a moment, and she subconsciously scratched the screen.
Looking at the next photo, it was still her.
Sitting at the table drinking milk, she happened to look up and see him taking photos.
At that moment, the light gathered on her, her white and tender skin was flawless, and even her smile was frozen in time.
There is a circle of white milk stains on the corner of my mouth, which looks delicate and soft. My eyes are clear light, and I enjoy the comfort of life very much.
Somehow, at that moment, the bottom of my heart seemed to be hit by something soft.
The air was clear and long that day, and the light was warm.
That inexplicable sense of familiarity surged up, as if it had happened yesterday.
Some fragments that could not be grasped flashed through my mind.
I have a terrible headache
She put down her mobile phone pale, and Shang Qian silently took it over and took a look.