She opened it, flipped through several pages, and found herself.
The photo used in the memorial album was a headshot that Rong Qingqing submitted during her last competition, a two-inch photo with a white background.
Back in school, Rong Qingqing kept her hair cut short to just below her ears to save time, effort, and shampoo.
As a result, she looked younger than her actual age in the photo.
"What are you looking at?" Shen Jue returned and stopped beside Rong Qingqing. Seeing the memorial album on her lap, he asked in a low voice.
Rong Qingqing pointed to her own photo shamelessly, "Looking at this girl’s beauty, she’s as pretty as a fairy."
Shen Jue glanced, somewhat speechless, at Rong Qingqing. "What kind of eyes do you have? At most, that’s what you call delicate."
It was only then that Shen Jue realized the person Rong Qingqing was referring to, like a fairy, was indeed the Rong Qingqing that Professor Lin said he had a love-hate relationship with. Read full story at novel·fiɾe·net
The girl in the photo had eyes that seemed to sparkle; she faced the camera with a confident and bright smile.
Shen Jue looked at Rong Qingqing. When both people with the same name smiled, they looked incredibly alike.
When Rong Qingqing was happy, her eyes sparkled like they were full of stars.
After admiring her own page, Rong Qingqing turned three pages over and saw Shen Jue.
She recognized young Shen Jue at a glance.
Rong Qingqing glanced around, saw no Guo Lan, and maliciously slapped her hand over Shen Jue’s photo, "Shen Family bastard."
"Did I offend you?" Shen Jue patted Rong Qingqing’s hand away.
Shen Jue turned back to the page with the girl named Rong Qingqing and looked carefully for several moments, vaguely recalling that this girl seemed to have spoken to him.
"Why do you keep staring at her? What? Are you interested in this supposed delicate fairy?" Rong Qingqing asked.
"Don’t talk nonsense." Shen Jue scolded Rong Qingqing before explaining, "I remember, after an award ceremony one year, she seemed to have slipped me a love letter."
Shen Jue didn’t actually remember her face; he recognized her by the hairstyle.
After all, there were hardly any girls at that age around him who lived so ruggedly, with hair short like a tomboy.
"What did you say?" Rong Qingqing practically wanted to pick up the wooden memorial album and hit Shen Jue over the head.
What’s he saying right in front of her?
When did she ever give Shen Jue a love letter?
"Why are you so worked up?" Shen Jue looked at Rong Qingqing.
Getting this upset over him receiving a love letter, she must be jealous.
"Don’t worry, I ignored her." Shen Jue patted Rong Qingqing’s head, "Why are you so temperamental all of a sudden?"
Seeing Rong Qingqing unhappy, Shen Jue didn’t mention that he had rejected that Rong Qingqing in front of everyone, and later when she still insisted on giving him the love letter, he carelessly stuck it in some book, and never even opened it.
However, Shen Jue remembered the love letter had a faint perfume smell, which he didn’t particularly like.
"Are you delusional?" Rong Qingqing stood up and pointed at herself in the photo, "She’s so pretty, how could she have liked you? Even giving you a love letter. You’re making things up; let’s see how far you go with this story."
Shen Jue simply assumed Rong Qingqing was throwing a tantrum and chose not to argue with her.