From Lin Xian's position to the location of The Little Mermaid Bronze Statue, it was a mere ten meters.
But these ten meters,
were the longest road Huang Que had ever walked in her life.
Even,
longer than the space-time she had crossed, longer than all her longings.
Thud.
She finally reached below the melancholic Little Mermaid Bronze Statue, lifted her head, and gazed at it.
Both silent without words.
Finally,
she turned around, her gaze inevitably blurred with a faint blue light, and looked at Lin Xian who was ten meters away, searching for the right angle with his phone:
"Make sure to capture it clearly! A bit clearer!"
Lin Xian gave an OK gesture, reassuring Huang Que. In the realm of art students, drawing and photography shared similarities, not just in framing but also in lighting.
For a nightscape like this, it was absolutely crucial not to use the flash, otherwise the resulting photos would look monstrous, too dreadful to behold.
