That Girl From Nowhere: Tycoon's Forbidden Sweetheart-Chapter 945: Old Photos

Yun Qiqi frowned, "What evidence?" It’s just a ring.

Yan Yan looked at the ring on her slender white knuckles, the pink sheen flowing at her fingertips, fitting her even better than he imagined.

He gently held her soft little hand, his slightly lowered gaze unbelievably tender.

He explained in a low voice, "I had this custom-made according to her size."

Yun Qiqi was stunned.

She had found it strange just now.

This ring... was perfectly sized for her, neither too large nor too small; it fit perfectly.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have slipped on so easily when he put it on just now.

He didn’t know her size; it couldn’t have been bought specially for her.

But if it was the ring of that girl, then why did it fit her so well?

Could it be that aside from appearances, they even had similar finger sizes to such an extent?

Her securely held understanding suddenly opened a gap, her mind in a turmoil, and that familiar feeling from deep in her dreams surged once again.

This made her unconsciously frown, a moment of bewilderment.

"Besides this, there are also the photographs of us together from before, all are evidence."

Yan Yan said, encircling her in his embrace, while taking out his phone and opening the encrypted album that he had browsed countless times over the past two years.

Shortly, Yun Qiqi saw a photo appear on the screen.

The setting seemed to be a dim cinema, where the young girl buried her little head in the man’s embrace, in an intimate pose, her delicate little face full of sweet smiles.

It was a clean and pure smile, carrying a hint of innocence.

And the man behind her circled her with one hand, his handsome face showing the usual familiar laziness and gloom, yet the eyebrows faintly revealed a trace of indulgence.

Just from the photograph, one could feel how close the two were.

Yun Qiqi was stunned, her gaze fixed on the young girl’s face, unable to regain her composure for a long time.

So similar...

In this world, how could there exist someone who resembled herself so closely?

If she didn’t lack the memory of this, she really would have thought these were photos taken at some time.

Yan Yan looked at her from that time, his lips couldn’t help but curve up, his voice became much softer, "There are many more, all taken by you."

He continued to browse, aside from this photo, his phone must have dozens more.

He didn’t like taking photos, so almost all were taken by Yun Qiluo years ago while playing around.

Besides the joint pictures, there were also her individual photos.

At the last, there was even a photo of her with Big Flower and Erhua, the two tigers.

It was completely a close-up photo, her head alongside the two fluffy tiger heads, occupying the entire screen.

The young girl, facing the tigers, not only didn’t show fear, but also revealed a satisfied smile, as if she’d found a treasure.

The angle looked suffocatingly similar to all other selfies.

It was evidently taken by the same person.

But undeniably, every moment the young girl seemed extremely happy.

After looking through all the photos, Yun Qiqi sat there for quite a while, unable to return to her senses, even forgetting she was still in Yan Yan’s embrace.

A familiar feeling rose from her soul once again.

As if a voice was telling her: the person in the photos, is herself.

Everything looked so familiar.

So familiar that it seemed like she’d actually experienced it personally.