Yolanda and Little Ella gathered around the photo album, curiously looking through it.
"Is this godmother?" Little Ella asked with a laugh, pointing to a chubby baby on the first page.
"It should be." Yolanda found it amusing too and shouted towards the kitchen, "Lola, who would’ve thought you were so chubby at one hundred days old."
Lola Gold’s voice faintly drifted over, "Of course, until I was three, I was always a happy little chubby girl."
Yolanda and Little Ella giggled together.
Indeed, there were many photos of Lola before she was three in the album, clearly showing her parents wanted to capture every mont of her growing up, but after she turned three, the photos suddenly decreased.
"That’s strange," Little Ella tilted her head and asked Lola, "Godmother, why are there so few photos after you turned three?"
Lola put the fruit aside, "Of course, it’s because godmother was too cool and completely refused to be photographed."
Yolanda glanced at Lola, knowing that wasn’t the truth, probably sothing had happened to Lola’s family at that ti, but she didn’t ask further.
The three of them continued to flip through the photos, soon spotting Yolanda in a picture with Lola, which seed to be taken in elentary school.
"Is this ?" Even Yolanda herself found the girl in the photo sowhat unfamiliar.
Lola nodded.
Little Ella looked between the photo and Yolanda, shaking her little head, "It doesn’t look like you."
Indeed, the child in the photo wasn’t over ten, but the eyes looking at the cara were full of lancholy, completely different from Yolanda now.
Yolanda joked with Lola, "Did you force to take this photo?"
"Hahaha..." Lola laughed loudly to mask her emotions, "You’re really clever."
She knew why back then Yolanda lived a more repressed life than she did.
Yolanda continued to flip through the pages, watching her past self grow up, but the trace of sadness in her eyes remained.
She felt a bit uncomfortable, and even Little Ella sensed sothing, sticking close to her side.
Lola stopped joking and quietly watched from the side; she hadn’t looked at these photos for a long ti because each ti she did, it saddened her heart.
She was actually grateful that Yolanda had lost her mory, forgetting the past, only then Yolanda’s eyes started to brighten.
"When was this?" Yolanda suddenly pointed to a candid shot, in which her eyes sparkled.
Lola took out the photo, flipped it over, and read the approximate date written on the back: "Cheering for Yolanda Greenwood’s college entrance exams!"
She instantly rembered, that’s when Yolanda first t Cooper, "It was during the exams when we attended cram school together."
Yolanda nodded and continued looking. Curiously, she noticed that after starting college, she seed happier.
In the following photos, she mostly laughed freely, looking radiant under the sun.
"Were these after university?" Yolanda asked again.
Lola nodded; after starting school, Yolanda distanced herself from the monster Eliana Reed and re-encountered Cooper, indeed becoming happier.
Yolanda continued flipping through, feeling strangely nervous.
Indeed, she saw another candid shot of her and Cooper.
"That’s Uncle Coldson." Little Ella also instantly recognized the man in the photo.
Back then, Cooper looked aloof and distant, with little expression on his face and extrely pale skin, but his eyes firmly on Yolanda, while beside him, Yolanda seed shy, looking down at her toes, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.
Yolanda didn’t ask anything, and Lola tactfully didn’t explain. Frankly, she couldn’t rember too much about Cooper either.
The three of them continued to look, finding several more photos featuring Cooper, in each of which Yolanda looked incredibly happy, and even later, Cooper appeared to be smiling too.
"Okay, we’re done looking." Yolanda closed the album, realizing she needed to find Cooper to explore further.
Lola called her aside, lowering her voice, "Yolanda, have you made up your mind? Do you really want to retrieve those mories?"
Yolanda nodded, although looking through these photos made her vaguely aware that the past could be a harsh truth, she knew she couldn’t avoid it any longer.
"Alright, let know if you need anything." Lola stepped forward to hug Yolanda, "Yolanda, I just hope you can always be as happy as now."
"I will, Lola." Yolanda left with Little Ella.
On the way ho, Little Ella curiously asked, "Mom, why isn’t Dad in godmother’s album?"
"Because Mommy didn’t know Daddy at that ti." Yolanda laughed, sensing the little one’s unease.
"And Mom..." Little Ella looked up at her, "Mom, did you like Uncle Coldson a lot before? Did you get married?"
There were many things she didn’t understand, but she vaguely felt sothing.
Yolanda knew she couldn’t keep hiding the truth from Little Ella, so she nodded, "Yes, before I t Daddy, Mommy was briefly married to Uncle Coldson, for about a year."
Little Ella frowned, "Then why aren’t there any wedding photos?"
"Huh?" Yolanda didn’t understand what the child ant.
Little Ella pouted, "If Mom married Uncle Coldson, then godmother surely attended your wedding. So why aren’t there wedding photos? No photos of Mommy in a wedding dress?"
She found it very strange, "Daddy doesn’t have one either. I want to see."
She believed that Mommy would look incredibly, incredibly beautiful in a wedding dress.
Adam had ntioned that their photos had been burned in a fire, but Cooper’s should still exist.
"Okay, I’ll ask Uncle Coldson to see if he has any." Yolanda also quite wanted to see them.
"Okay," Little Ella looked incredibly eager.
After dinner, once Little Ella was asleep, Yolanda knocked on Adam’s door. After that incident, she rarely went to Adam’s bedroom.
"What’s up?" Adam opened the door.
"There’s sothing I want to discuss with you." Yolanda turned and walked towards the living room.
Adam followed her.
"Today at Lola’s, I looked through an album," Yolanda tentatively said, "I think my relationship with Cooper... was quite deep before..."
Adam’s face instantly darkened, "What do you an? What do you want to do?"
"Adam, don’t rush to get angry. I’m just thinking maybe Cooper can take to so places, try to recover my mory." Yolanda saw his face getting increasingly unpleasant and added, "Of course, if it bothers you, then I’ll forget it."
Adam tried hard to control his emotions, "Yolanda, you should know I don’t want you to see him, much less under the excuse of recovering your mory..."
"Adam, you know I wouldn’t." Yolanda was a bit helpless.
Adam thought for a mont and said, "Tomorrow, I’ll take you to a place, maybe it will jog your mory."
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