Sangyu glanced at him, "I didn't see that at all."
"That's because you haven't been observant."
"Yuebai, do we play with pistols or rifles?" At the ticket window, Sangyu turned to look at Leng Yuebai.
"Whatever you like, go for it." Leng Yuebai took out his wallet and handed it to her.
"I have money."
"Use mine."
"Alright, I'll give you some face." Sangyu reached out, opened the wallet, and a slightly yellowed photo caught her eye.
The photo was of a group of kids, she couldn't remember exactly when it was taken, but she immediately recognized herself standing in the center.
"Where was this taken? I completely forgot, we don't have this picture at home."
Feeling the absence of that warm little hand in his, Leng Yuebai said somewhat disappointedly, "It was taken at my grandma's sixtieth birthday. That year, you were nine."
