The Rest Of My Life Is For You

The photo album was very well taken care of, even though it was very old.

The surface of the photo album was even wrapped in a layer of plastic. It was apparent that the owner of the photo album cherished it dearly.

Nian Xiaomu held the photo album in her hand and took another glance at the space beside the pillow. It was evident that the photo album used to be placed at the side of Tan Bengbeng's bed. However, it had fallen on the ground and got stuck between the bedside cabinet and the bed.

Tan Bengbeng had probably gotten into trouble before she even had the time to realize that her photo album had fallen to the ground…

Nian Xiaomu pouted her lips, she was still feeling hungry. Forgetting to put down the photo album, she brought it over to the dining table. She placed it on the table and quickly went over to open up the packaging of her fast food.

After eating her fill, she took out a bottle of juice from the refrigerator. After opening the bottle cap and unhurriedly taking a few sips, she suddenly remembered about the photo album which lay forgotten at the side.

She had known Tan Bengbeng for quite some time and had come over to her house several times. However, she did not have a memory of the photo album at all.

When Niam Xiaomu recalled that Tan Bengbeng seemed to be carefree and did not have many desires, she became very curious about what Tan Bengbeng was like before they had met.

She could not help but put down the bottle of juice in her hand and reached out to flip open the photo album.

The first photograph that came into her view caused her to be slightly confounded.

It was a heartwarming picture of a family of four.

There was a couple who looked gentle and elegant along with two children.

A boy, and a girl.

The little boy seemed to be about four years old, while the little girl was an infant, wrapped in a baby blanket.

The little girl had a delicate little face, which looked a lot like Tan Bengbeng's. It was probably her when she was young.

Looking at the photograph before her, Nian Xiaomu knitted her eyebrows together and unknowingly bit her lip.

She had never heard Tan Bengbeng say that she had an elder brother…

Actually, besides her elder brother, she rarely even spoke about her parents…

As Nian Xiaomu continued to flip to the back and saw a few other photographs, she realized that this could be a photo album of Tan Bengbeng's family portraits.

Towards the end of the photo album, her parents were still there.

On the other hand, the four-year-old boy had disappeared.

All that was left were photographs of Tan Bengbeng and her parents. Furthermore, the Tan Bengbeng in those pictures was surprisingly similar to how she looked now.

When she was young, her facial features were not as distinct, but her expressions were very similar.

She always kept a straight face and did not like to speak or laugh.

She did not seem to have been lively or cheerful in her childhood. Instead, she was a child who seemed like an adult, her facial expressions especially serious.

As Nian Xiaomu flipped to the end, she discovered that for some reason, there were many empty spaces.

At the start, she had thought that the photographs did not fill up the photo album.

Upon a closer look, however, those empty spots seemed to have had photographs but were removed afterward.

She counted the empty spots and there were about 10 missing photographs.

With the photo album in her arms, Nian Xiaomu went back to the room. She got down on the floor and combed the area where the photo album was found, but to no avail.

She searched the bedside cabinet again, but nothing could be found.

She placed the photo album back on the cabinet, took a shower and climbed under the blankets.

From the corner of her eye, she took another glance at the photo album on the cabinet. Something kept revolving around in her mind. She felt a sense of familiarity, yet she could not pinpoint it…

Nian Xiaomu was known for her photographic memory.

For the things that she had made an effort to remember, if she saw them a second time, she would be able to remember them.

However, other than Tan Bengbeng, she did not remember anyone in those pictures. Hence, she had probably not met them before.

In that case, where did that sense of familiarity come from?