Xia Chu and Huo Sijia objectively commented on the photos for a while.
Lu Yiming also took a look at the photo.
Worried that Huo Xiyao would be awkward, he forcefully put the photo in front of him and let him have a look, "Xiyao, don't they look really alike, huh?"
"If Brother Ye hadn't mentioned the backstory just now, I would've really thought it was your photo."
Huo Xiyao said in a deep voice, "That's not a reason for someone to marry on a whim! That's a major event in someone's life!"
Han Ye, of course, knew that Huo Xiyao was speaking for his benefit.
He touched his nose, "Cough, Xiyao, I'm not marrying on a whim. I've really thought it through."
"I saw her crying so pitifully, and her past was so tragic that at the time, all I felt was sympathy; I just felt relieved because she swore an oath to never bother you and Chuchu again."
"But afterwards, when I went to bed, I kept involuntarily recalling the scene."
"And at night, I even... cough, I had a dream about her."
