A feeling called guilt emerged in He Xing's heart, finally filling it to the brim with overwhelming force.
"Grandpa, what are you looking at?" He Xing squeezed out a smile on his face, pretending to know nothing.
"I'm looking at your wedding photos." Grandpa He didn't turn around, his cloudy eyes still fixed on the huge wedding photo on the living room wall.
He Xing walked over and stood beside Grandpa He, also turning his gaze to the enlarged wedding photo. In fact, the content of this photo was very simple—it was just Fu Han in a white wedding dress and He Xing in a white suit standing together, with a simple backdrop of clustered fake pink flowers behind them.
When shooting this set of indoor photos, Fu Han had once complained that the backdrop was too cheap, somewhat reluctant to take the photos.
But the Photographer said that sometimes the most vulgar backgrounds could make the most beautiful photos.
