Page 513 of Entangled with My Ex’s Uncle

Chi Yue’s gaze was indifferent, "How are you going to prove that your photos are real and not Photoshopped?"

"Chi Yue, I’ve no need to waste time with photos that don’t hold up to scrutiny. How simple it is to verify something? True or false, you’ll know once you check."

Chi Yue looked at the photos in her hand and fell silent.

Seeing this, Ling Jiayu said nothing and stuffed the photos into her hands before leaving.

Chi Yue stared blankly at the photos in her hand, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fu Hanyan approaching from the corridor. She hurriedly put the photos away.

Fu Hanyan didn’t notice her strange behavior, and the two of them went to the hospital ward together.

All afternoon, Chi Yue’s thoughts lingered on the photos in her bag. Eventually, she couldn’t resist and found an excuse to go home.

Alone at home, she still locked the door carefully before taking out the photos.

Although she thought she was mentally prepared, the moment Chi Yue saw the photos, her blood uncontrollably rushed in reverse.

They were indeed photos of Fu Rongyin.

Photos of him with a woman.

He looked clearly younger in the photos, his facial features not as firm and clear as they were now, showing her a side of him she had never seen before.

The woman by his side somewhat resembled Ari, but she was not Ari.

Chi Yue had no way of knowing who this woman was.

She only knew that, when Fu Rongyin looked at her, his gaze was tender.

During those ten years, Chi Yue had actually seen him from a distance a few times, but on each occasion, he was shrouded in an impenetrable aloofness, far from the occasional smiles shown in the photos.

Chi Yue’s hands trembled as she flipped through all of his photos.

These photos spanned from their breakup to the time they met again, with no more beyond that.

Chi Yue clutched the photos tightly, her delicate face flickering with emotions.

Her mind flashed through many memories, ultimately freezing on a certain snowy night.

In the photo, Fu Rongyin and that woman were building a snowman, one that looked familiar. On closer thought, it coincided with a certain memory of hers.

It was the winter of their freshman year, the school had closed for holidays, and Fu Rongyin initially said he couldn’t come to see her due to some affairs, but then he suddenly showed up under her building.

Taking advantage of her family being asleep, Chi Yue sneaked out, and he kissed her, wrapped as snugly as a dumpling in his embrace.

Then he asked her if she wanted to build a snowman.

Chi Yue’s eyes lit up, asking him if they could?

He said nothing, took her to his car, and drove to the square.

It was late at night, the square was occasionally crossed by people, and Fu Rongyin took her to a spot with thick snow, magically producing many tools.

Chi Yue would always remember that scene, the way she looked at him was like gazing upon a deity, with reverence and devotion.

They built a small snowman, and Chi Yue dressed it with her own scarf and hat. Although it was a bit ugly, she still insisted that Fu Rongyin take several photos of her with it.

Those photos were now lying in her treasure chest.

However, in the photos Ling Jiayu gave her, there was also a snowman similar in every aspect to the one she had built that year, except for its size.

Chi Yue’s feelings were complicated, so complex that she didn’t know whether she should attempt to guess Fu Rongyin’s motives.

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It wasn’t long after she called him that Fu Rongyin rushed back, "What happened?"

Without a word, Chi Yue handed him the photos.

Fu Rongyin furrowed his brows as he opened them, then his brows deepened.

He furrowed his brow, so Chi Yue couldn’t discern the changes in his expression.

After a moment, he put away the photos, "Did Ling Jiayu give these to you?"