C709 The Deformed past

His lips moved for a long time, but in the end, Feng Yiting still didn't say a word. He slowly backed away and sat on the side of the bed, his gaze landing on the sofa.

After staring blankly for an unknown period of time, his gaze slowly returned to his phone. He entered the password and opened it. Only then did he see the photo album.

His phone had already been changed