Chapter Eleven: Fei Jing, If You’re Going to Take a Beating, Stand Up Straight!

Lu Tian remained calm. Watching the albums turn into ashes one by one, the curve of her lips was elegant and gentle.

"Clean up the storage room," she said. "The albums are old and worn; they should be thrown away."

Just like their marriage.

It began with such beauty, only to end in dispersion.

"Albums? What albums?" Fei Jing stepped forward, peering into the iron bucket.

Some photos had not been completely consumed by