James smiled, looked at himself as she fired, and gave her a thumbs up. "Well, this is a very good shot. It looks like you have the potential to become a photographer." Emmy smiled smugly and couldn't help but say, "Of course, you forgot. Your wife is studying painting, and it is easy for people to comprehend beauty."
Speaking of painting, she had a sudden impulse and her eyes widened in an instant. "Why don't I buy paints and materials to paint this beautiful piece of purple?"
Come on, there's no time for this. James smiled and told her, "You just film it with your camera. Your hands are itchy. Come back and draw it on the photo. It's the same as painting."
"That's true, but... Forget it, there won't be enough time, not to mention buying paint and other supplies, it'll probably take a day, I'd rather take it easy." Pretoria, the administrative capital of South Africa, was full of purple oceans.
