She thought that Shen Xinglan was seized by a whim, but Le Yi sent her a photo the next morning.

The man in the photo worn a floral apron and stood in front of the pot with a thick book in his hand. A ray of sunlight falling between his eyebrows, his picturesque canthus slightly wrinkled, and his serious expression was rather impressive and moving.

"It must be treasured! It is rare." Le Yi had such a sentence on it.

A Miao collected the photo with ...