The girl's injuries were too severe, and it was evident that she would not survive.
However, she struggled to lift her head and gave Su Xingyu a pleading look.
Su Xingyu's mind went blank. She thought that she should do something. Before she could react, she had already instinctively taken out the camera she carried with her and took a photo of this scene. Not to mention anything about morals. In reality, this was the instinctive reaction of many outstanding photographers in the world when they encounter an emergency. Just like how outstanding reporters would risk their lives to fight for news, photographers would also do whatever it took to capture this shocking moment. And she was such a photographer.
That photo was posted on the photography forum, and it was very sensational.
She captured the scene precisely, showing that girl's fear of dying in detail. That pair of wide-open, light brown eyes faced the camera directly. Even the faint bloody light in her eyes could be seen, making one's soul tremble.
Many people cried on the spot after seeing it.
That terrorist incident caused quite a stir, and the photos she took were also reposted crazily. Almost all the news chose that photo as the accompanying photo. However, after a few days, someone had deleted all the accompanying photos.
The administrator of the photography forum contacted her: [Sorry, Goddess of Stars. We have to remove this photo. The deceased's family doesn't want that girl to be surrounded like this.] In many news photos, this kind of situation would happen. However, the law didn't specify that the photo had to protect the person involved in the photo. Many times, even if the person involved didn't want to, the photo would be published. ]
Unless the person involved couldn't guess that she must have encountered the latter.
At that time, she did not think much of it and asked casually: [Who is that dead girl?]
The administrator said: [I'm not sure. It's bizarre. The photo you took was so sensational. So many people were gossiping about who that girl was, but no one revealed her identity.]
She probably had a strong background.
Su Xingyu did not want to create any trouble, so she followed the administrator's instructions and removed the photos.
Not long later, on the night of her eighteenth birthday, she secretly brought her camera out to celebrate with Qin Mu. On the way, someone knocked into her and snatched her camera away—it was the same camera her mom left her behind. She anxiously chased after the robber and was lured into a studio. Then, she met Lu Shifeng…
He violated her cruelly and took a photo that made her feel ashamed that she wanted to die.
The past was unbearable to recall.
Su Xingyu held onto the cup of flower tea that Aunt Gui had brewed for her and felt a chill run down her spine. She was insane. Why had she never linked these two matters together before? Did Lu Shifeng take revenge on her out of anger because of that photo?!
The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was possible. She asked anxiously, "What does Miss Shiyin look like? Do you have a photo?"
Although Aunt Gui did not understand why she was in such a hurry, she still found a photo for her. It was a photo of Lu Shiyin and Lu Shifeng. The girl in the photo was smiling brightly and holding her brother's arm happily.
Su Xingyu looked at her with a pale face.
It was the girl she had taken a photo of back then!
The truth was out.
It turned out that Lu Shifeng was angry because of Lu Shiyin's death.
However, she was innocent. She was just a passerby who happened to bump into that incident. At that time, if any other photographer were present, they would probably make the same choice as her. This small photo was like a butterfly fluttering its wings, silently changing her fate.
Su Xingyu found it ridiculous but had no choice but to accept reality.
She calmed down and asked Aunt Gui, "Are Lu Shifeng and Miss Shiyin close? How close are they?"
Aunt Gui sighed. "As you know, Young Master's personality is a little dull and he's not good at socializing. Since he was young, he didn't have many friends. Even his siblings at home respected him. Only Miss Shiyin likes to get close to him, so he treats Miss Shiyin like a treasure. When he heard about Miss Shiyin's death, he was furious and took revenge on everyone involved in that incident. I heard that all the criminals died miserably."
As Aunt Gui said that, she sighed again. "But so what if revenge was taken on them? Miss Shiyin is already dead. Young Master doesn't have anyone to talk to anymore. These two years, he has become more reclusive."
Su Xingyu also sighed along with her. This was the worst outcome. If she offended someone whom he treated as a treasure, he would probably hate her for the rest of her life. However… she suddenly felt that something was not right. If Lu Shifeng hated her so much, why did he marry her?
Was it fun to marry someone you hated?
Su Xingyu was confused again.
She chatted with Aunt Gui for a while more. Seeing that she couldn't get anything out of her, she gave up.
With a lot on her mind, she dealt with Lu Shifeng more carefully. Not only did she welcome him home every night, but she even took the initiative to learn how to make his favorite tea from Aunt Gui. She smiled gently and suggested to Lu Shifeng, "I took a walk in the neighborhood today and saw that the neighbors have planted beautiful flowers in their yards. Shall we plant some too?"
She wanted to leave traces of her in his life without batting an eyelid until she walked into his heart one day.
Only then would she have the chance to regain her dream.
Lu Shifeng said, "You decide."
She had been very obedient lately, and he was delighted with her.
Hence, Su Xingyu got the butler to transfer some white roses over, and they bloomed beautifully in the yard.
Her sense of aesthetics was perfect. It was comparable to that of an art master. The position and posture of each flower were just right, perfectly blending into the original cold metal style of this mansion. She found a few elegant vases, cut a few flowers, and placed them in the living room, dining room, and even his study room.
He asked her, "Why white roses?"
Her face turned slightly red, and quickly, she smiled lightly. "The flower language is pure love. Lu Shifeng, since we are husband and wife, we should live well together. With roses, there will be the feeling of home. Flowers are blooming very beautifully this season as well."
He raised his eyebrows slightly. The feeling of home?
"Having a wife and children is the feeling of home," he said.
She blushed and lowered her head.
"Forget it. Since you like it, you can keep them." He did not mind these small matters. The fragrance of the white roses was a little strong, but he would learn to get used to it. This was his small accommodation to his woman.
When she returned home a few days later, he handed her a beautifully wrapped gift box. "Open it and take a look."
Puzzled, she opened it and saw a ring inside. A beautiful white jade was carved into layers of rose petals. It shone brightly in her palm and was as beautiful as a dream. "Why did you give me this?" She looked up at him in confusion.
"Do you like it?" he asked.