She immediately grabbed the camera to share it with Keane Lowell.
Looking at the photos, Keane couldn't help but recall her earlier words to comfort him: "If you don't like looking at the camera, just look at me."
Then.
She took his hand and led him to the railing, guiding his hands to circle around her waist, gently brushing his face against hers as their foreheads touched.
Her hands naturally rested on his shoulders.
From his perspective, he could see her long eyelashes casting a delicate silhouette on her face, her gaze as deep and gentle as if it had merged with the sky's hues, full of affection and love as she looked at him.
These were things that a camera simply couldn't capture.
But he understood clearly that she took photos for future memories, after all, the natural sights they encountered wouldn't repeat daily.
"When we get back, we should print these photos and make an album."
"Sure." Claire Prescott smiled knowingly.
