"Definitely not," Annie carefully examined the photo in her hand. The composition lacked a professional photographer's touch, but the lens had fully captured this person, as if her field of vision could only contain him. She could almost imagine the photographer being extremely earnest while taking the photos, saying, "These pictures are different from others."
It wasn't until she said this that Samuel Johnson looked down to glance at them.
The first thing that caught his eye was a photo of him from high school, lying asleep on a desk, the sunlight diffused and softly falling on his face. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
The shot looked incredibly tender.
