Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 368

Arwen’s brows knitted slightly as she followed the line of Gianna’s gaze, noticing something lying on the floor —half tucked under the sofa, half visible to the eye.

"Seems to be a sheet of paper, I guess," she said, already reaching forward to grab it. Continue reading at Freewebnovel

"Oh, that doesn’t look like a sheet of paper," Gianna observed as she watched Arwen pick it up. "Is it a photograph?"

Arwen nodded. "Yes. It must have fallen off the album, and none of us noticed."

Thinking it was just another ordinary picture; Arwen was about to slip it back into the album when Gianna halted her.

"Wenna, at least see that picture once," Gianna insisted. "What if it’s the picture you have been looking for?"

Arwen no longer wanted to get her hopes up. Still, she turned the photograph over to check. Maybe, deep down, she still couldn’t stop hoping.

What if …what if this really is the one?

And the moment her eyes caught the glimpse of it, she froze.

Her gaze stayed locked on the image, unmoving.

Seeing Arwen’s sudden stillness, Gianna couldn’t help but ask, "What happened? Is it really the one you have been searching for?"

She scooted closer, peering over to get a look.

"This …" Gianna frowned slightly, a complicated emotion flickering in her eyes. "Who is that boy with you?"

Arwen’s grip on the picture tightened as she tried to recall, but the image was too blurry to trigger anything back from her past. The boy’s face was indistinct, making it impossible to recognize.

Shrugging, she said, "I don’t know. He must be someone back from my school."

"You don’t remember him?" Gianna asked, puzzled. She studied the picture a little longer as if searching for any resemblance. "That’s strange! Judging by how you are around him, it looks like you two shared some kind of bond together."

Arwen’s brows furrowed as she scrutinized the photo in her hand.

Her younger self was clear in the image —smiling, carefree. But the boy … the boy on whose back she was perched was a blur. His features were indistinct, lost in the faded edges of time.

"I can’t tell what he looks like," she murmured, frustration creeping into her tone. "I think I need to get this picture restored."

As she said that, she tried to remember the time she had taken this picture. However, not only could she not recall her memory, but she also started feeling the similar headache back —one that she used to feel when she was young.

Her hand reached out to ease the pain in her forehead, making her stagger a little on her footing.

Gianna, oblivious to her pain, quickly reached out to hold her from behind. "Careful!" she snapped. "What’s wrong with you? Are you fine?"