The two brothers’ gazes met. Justin Kingston glanced at him, then sat back down on the sofa, elegantly crossing his legs.
This was within his expectations.
Anton Miller picked up the fountain pen, flipped open the contract, and didn’t even look at the terms before directly signing his name.
He wanted those photos.
Back then, he also had a lot of photos of Abby, but on the day he planned to take them home and keep them safe, the photos, along with the stamps and textbooks, were all taken away by the scrap collector. He’d been furious.
Justin Kingston finally realized how important this girl was to Anton Miller.
Just to get a few old photos, this usually rebellious guy agreed to do something he himself didn’t want to do at all.
The contract was in duplicate. After both copies were signed, Anton Miller casually handed one over.
Justin Kingston didn’t rush to take it. His tall, slender frame still leaned against the sofa as his deep gaze remained on Anton’s face.
Justin probed, "Why did she bring up breaking up with you?"
Hearing this, a chill ran through Anton Miller. His brows tightened. He’d even found out who was the one that proposed the breakup?
Then, what else did he know?
Anton was very interested in everything about Abby Sawyer, but he didn’t show it.
The brothers’ gazes were still locked together. Justin Kingston was still waiting for Anton’s answer.
But when it came to feelings, he clearly didn’t want to talk. That was his taboo. He didn’t want to mention it to anyone.
So Anton answered with silence.
"She loved you very much." Justin’s thin lips parted slightly as he slowly said those four words. "But what about you? You loved her a lot too, so why did you let everything go to hell? What happened?" Then he watched his reaction.
Something flickered in Anton’s eyes. He turned his head slightly, avoiding his brother’s gaze, and didn’t answer.
Justin took out another photo, pressed it lightly onto the coffee table, then pushed it toward him and reminded, "Look at this one, her right ankle."
Anton paused, leaning forward again. He slowly picked up the photo, and his eyes fell straight to Abby’s ankle—clear as day, a single character: "墨".
She had his name tattooed on her body?
But he’d never known about this, not once, not until now...
This photo was taken in their senior year of high school. Anton could be sure that at that time they hadn’t broken up yet.
Because her straight bangs were so familiar, and the necklace around her neck was also the one he’d given her. He also knew that after they broke up, she’d mailed the necklace back to him.
Obviously, he’d never known about the tattoo. Anton suddenly felt a bit guilty. Just how little attention had he paid to her?
Justin didn’t ask anything more, stopping there, hoping he would digest it himself.
Taking the contract and standing up, Justin walked toward the door. He left the photos behind.
Anton stared at this photo for a long time. The girl was still exactly as she was in his memories. In that era without beauty filters, her smile was sweet, and her eyes were as clear as if rinsed in water. His heart felt like it was being scraped by a knife.
Ten minutes after Justin left, Anton opened Abby Sawyer’s QQ space again. He hadn’t added her as a friend. When they broke up, he’d deleted all her contact information clean.
But he still remembered this account number... The password to his game account was this QQ number.
The few photos Justin had given him stirred up endless memories in him. It was like the floodgate of his recollections had been opened, and they also stirred up how much he missed her.
What was Abby doing now?
She hadn’t updated her feed for three months.
Was she doing okay?