Even though the picture was captured using a pinhole camera, its composition was surprisingly good. The expressions were natural, the sunlight made the picture more beautiful than any artificial light ever could. A picture like that could easily be turned into an oil painting or a postcard. Huo Shaoheng actually looked at it for a good ten minutes! He had not intended to look at it for so long, but when he finally snapped back to reality, the time had already passed.
The mouse under his finger moved swiftly, as if it had a mind of its own, and deleted the picture. Turning the computer off and swirling his chair back, he looked at the afternoon sun. In an impulsive moment, he dialed Gu Nianzhi's number. Gu Nianzhi did not answer the call. It wasn't intentional. She was looking up some information in the library and had to silence her phone. Moreover, she'd worn a dress without pockets today, so her phone wasn't on her. It was in her bag.
