Irish trembled slightly, took over the wallet, and opened it slowly.
In the next second, her tears were shed, falling on the photos in his wallet. It was Irish's photo of her childhood.
She remembered clearly that this photo was in the album of her Uncle Steven's house. And it was the only one.
Irish covered her mouth in astonishment. 'When he took this photo? Why did he put it into his wallet?' Irish kept wondering.
And gradually, there was a picture in her mind. It was midnight when Joseph finished his work, leaning on the couch to take a break. He took out his wallet, opened it, and stared at the photo for a long time until he fell asleep with the wallet against his chest.
At the thought of this, Irish felt so painful.
Although she was not clear why he took this photo into his wallet, Irish was moved.
He never mentioned it to her, and she always got to know it from others.
