Lu Wanwan looked at him suspiciously, "What is this?"
Gu Annan withdrew his hand, the phone still placed in front of her, his voice emotionless, "See for yourself."
The sternness of his expression prompted her to immediately pick up the phone, and the moment she saw the photo on it, her eyes widened in shock.
"How can this be..."
The photo showed her, drunken, leaning on a man—precisely, it was her at seventeen, her head resting on a male classmate's shoulder.
"What is this... What is this?"
When had this photo been taken, and why didn't she know about it herself?
The boy was her friend, and the others in the photo were also classmates with whom she had good relations at the time.
But... no matter how close their relationship was, she wasn't someone who would casually drape herself over boys.
"Can't you see for yourself what this is?" Gu Annan's voice was cold.
"But I don't remember it at all, I..."
