Midway through the banquet, after clinking glasses and exchanging pleasantries with the group's executives one by one, Lu Shouyue left early.
He hadn't had much to drink, at most he was just a little tipsy.
With his status, no one would force drinks on him at business events anymore; how much he drank depended entirely on his mood, and even his drinking looked refined and elegant.
Sitting in the car heading to Lin Wanwan's place, Lu Shouyue opened his photo album and scrolled through the pictures he'd snapped of Lin Wanwan.
He wasn't into photography, but as long as the lens was recording the girl he loved, he suddenly had an interest.
With his background in fine arts, the candid shots he took of Lin Wanwan were beautiful in both light and composition.
Of course, the most beautiful thing was the person in the photos.
Maybe a lover's lens is like a lover's eyes—sparkling because they're filled with love.
