Rae Bennett blushed, tilted her head slightly upward, and looked into Wyatt Wright's beautiful eyes, "How come everywhere you go, blossoms of peach flowers seem to spring up?"
He laughed, with the corners of his mouth curving up gently.
Rae Bennett shaped her hands like leaves, propped up her chin, and smiled like a blooming flower, "Am I not the most beautiful one?"
Wyatt Wright nodded, "Mhm."
He had photographed the most beautiful faces in the world, beauties from various countries, fields of peach blossoms, winter snow and spring rain, mountains and rivers, and the Starry Sea.
But he still thought Rae Bennett was the most beautiful.
"Let's go."
Rae Bennett grabbed his sleeve, "Give me the umbrella, I'll hold it for you."
He said, "No need."
Rae Bennett's expression was serious, her tone carrying a hint of cute coaxing, "Give it to me, I want to hold it."
