With a click, Mo Shangjun captured Ya Tianxing's image right in front of him, wearing his military uniform, holding a ladle, standing beside the stove, and embodying the hardships of human life.
The timing of the shot was perfect, capturing Ya Tianxing just as he turned, with a vertical frame that included his entire figure, filling most of the screen, making him stand out against the background of assorted items which were disorderly yet not chaotic, striking the right balance.
Hardly had she finished snapping the photo when two sharp gazes pierced through the barriers of the phone, landing directly on Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangjun shrugged, waggled her phone screen at Ya Tianxing, "How about I Photoshop it for you?"
"...As you wish."
Ya Tianxing squeezed out two words, not at all pleased.
The word "you" was spoken with a lower pitch, emanating a chill.
