This old street, with a single humble photography studio, gave her a unique sense of solemnity.
Even though it's just the snap of a camera, she felt as if her hand was bitten by a bug, hesitant to approach Xie Qingci, and even became prematurely nervous, holding her breath awaiting the flash that was about to ignite.
Before the click sounded, Xie Qingci held her hand.
The scene froze, capturing them in this outdated time slowly flowing through a corner of the small town, no different from the boys and girls blushing merely from exchanging glances at the start and end of the street.
Though the photos were still unseen, the production team's cameras captured their unspoken yet palpable affection.
The bullet screen was filled with exclamations.
[It's so easy to see how good their relationship is, that sticky drawn-out feeling doesn't need any acting.]
