Eleven murmured something, and Gu Liancheng didn't quite catch what she was saying.
He was too distracted by her, so beautiful.
She seemed to merge with the sea of cherry blossoms, like a still painting of pure beauty.
Eleven stood by the lake, her arms spread wide, her hair lifting in the breeze. All around her, cherry blossoms fell.
For a moment, Gu Liancheng stood a short distance away, entranced by the sight of her back.
Then Eleven turned, smiled at him and said, "Honey, could you take a photo of me?"
"Sure."
Her pose was natural, and even a few consecutive shots didn't pose a problem.
A passerby happened to walk by, and Eleven asked her to take a photo of them together. It turned out that the passerby was Japanese. With a bit of gesturing and sign language, she agreed to help them.
Gu Liancheng kept a straight face, while Eleven made silly faces. The sight left the older Japanese woman speechless. She naively gestured and used sign language to say: Smile.