Wallace pinched her thin arm and had the urge to pull her into his arms.
Sharon took a photo according to Wallace's adjustments. The finished product of the photo was a black cloud pressing on the pagoda, and the green branches of the trees in front of her had also entered the photograph.
Sharon looked at the photo in satisfaction. The green branches and leaves in the photo were in the left corner of the photo, and there were black clouds on the upper right. Under the black clouds was the ancient pagoda that had been weathered for a thousand years. The pagoda was solemn, and the black clouds were heavy, but the green branches and leaves of the trees added a hint of brightness to the scene.
"How is it?" Sharon was like a child waiting for praise as she showed the photo to Wallace.
"It's so good," Wallace praised.
