Su Chaoyang looked up and smiled, "Oh, it's nothing... just a habit. On this day every year, I send a photo to Mom and Dad so they can see what I look like now."
The photo was almost half-burned, and Su Chaoyang loosened his grip, letting the flames consume it.
Mu Xiangwan's eyes flickered for a moment, then she suddenly turned and ran into the house.
She was glad she hadn't moved all of their photo albums to the new house when tidying up recently.
When she came back holding a photo in her hand, Su Chaoyang looked puzzled. "What's the matter?"
"The lighter." Mu Xiangwan crouched down and stretched her hand out to him.
