"This is A-Ming's past and his past. You came to me probably to see this too. No one in Jiangcheng dares to mention his past, so here you can see the most complete picture of him and her."

He emphasized the last three words. Song Xingyao didn't understand why Fu Siming's older brother would collect information about his younger brother and even hand it to her personally.

She calmly tore open the seal and took out a series of photos. One of them fell to the ground without Song Xingyao noticing.

The photos are arranged in chronological order, with the earliest being from 5 years ago, when Fu Siming had already left the Fu family and was independently founding Tiansheng.

His arrogance and sharpness are evident in the photos, and sometimes Pei Jing would follow behind him.

Song Xingyao flipped through the pages one by one, and he lost count of which page it was. A woman appeared beside him, and that woman always had a sweet smile on her face, sometimes looking shy and adorable, and seemed incredibly happy.

The woman often wore white dresses, and there were always different styles of camellia brooches on her chest or collar. Song Xingyao realized that the camellias that Fu Siming had been preparing were this woman's favorite things.

At this moment, she tugged at her lips, a smile tinged with mockery, directed at herself.

Fu Bowen kept watching her reaction, but apart from that smile, she remained indifferent and her expression never changed.

He spoke up at the opportune moment: "She is Fu Yao."

Fu Yao, it turns out even their names are so similar. Was he calling out "Yao Yao" to that woman?

Even though she was mentally prepared, she still suddenly felt nauseous.

Song Xingyao didn't know how long she had been flipping through the thick stack of photos, but now only a few remained. Among them were photos of her and Fu Siming, taken recently, and the photos were very bright.

The tenderness in his eyes in the picture, Song Xingyao now realized, was all because of that woman from before.

The last photo was dated yesterday. It showed Fu Siming sitting in a coffee shop with that woman abroad. Fu Siming's hand was clasped together with hers, and the woman's eyes were glistening with tears.

The unfamiliar faces in the background told her that this wasn't Jiangcheng; he had gone abroad.