Lately, Liu Jin had been taking a lot of pictures of Daiyu. He wanted to capture every moment of her growth, not wanting to miss even a single second. That's why when the event organizers wanted to create a picture slideshow for Daiyu's birthday, Liu Jin proudly showed them the photos he took.
"Oh my! These pictures are so pure!" The woman commented as she examined the photos.
"Pure? This guy's thoughts are anything but pure!" Zhihao butted in.
"Shut up!" Liu Jin smacked the back of Zhihao's head.
The pictures were nothing extraordinary. In fact, they were very plain. But that was what made them so beautiful. They captured Daiyu's everyday life – from when she happily played in the garden, when she drew, when she animatedly chatted with her grandfather, and even when she excitedly greeted Liu Jin each time he came home from school. The photos felt warm and full of life.
"Can I use these pictures, Young Master Liu?"
