Didn't Quite Pull Off the Act

Didn't Quite Pull Off the Act

Wang Yue immediately understood what Shiyi wanted to do. She wanted to see what Cui Shiyi looked like, but the place was bitterly cold. Even he, a martial artist at the innate level, felt a chill there. A woman like Shiyi probably wouldn't be able to stand it; he'd have to keep her safe in his arms the entire time.

The two women gazed at him expectantly, and Wang Yue felt the pressure. He knew he had to explain some things clearly, so he didn't hide anything and began slowly, "It's a long story."

After Wang Yue had given them the gist of it, Shiyi listened as if she were in a dream. His story overlapped with the dreams she'd had for years, yet differed from them, too. She hesitated, then looked at him and asked uncertainly, "Could I see pictures of Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan?"

If Shiyi had asked for something else, Wang Yue might have hesitated. But pictures of Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan? Of course she could look at them whenever she wanted. He nodded. "Of course."

Wang Yue searched through the photos on his phone, opened one, and enlarged it before handing the phone to Shiyi.

Shiyi took the phone and looked through the pictures of Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan sleeping in the ice coffins. Something stirred in her for no apparent reason, and tears began to fall before she realized it.

Hong Xiaoyu saw how intently Shiyi was looking, and how moved she seemed. She hurried over, wanting to see her best friend's son, too.

The two girls leaned their heads together and looked at the phone for a long while. Seeing Shiyi still lost in thought, Hong Xiaoyu laughed and said, "Shiyi, if what Wang Yue