Lillian's perspective.
I chuckled and was about to put my phone back on the table when my fingertip accidentally touched the "gallery" icon. A young girl's figure came into my sight.
My hand, which was holding onto the phone, stiffened and a look of surprise appeared on my face.
In total, there was only one album in his phone's gallery, in which only one photo was stored. That was to say, there was nothing else in the album except for a girl's photo.
There could only be one girl who was so lucky to solely occupy his phone album: his first love, Miss Moonshine. It was a no-brainer.
I knew it was unethical to peek at someone else's phone, but I still couldn't help but click into the photo. Meylani had said that the girl in the portrait was a spitting image of Miss Moonshine.
I had been
