"Taking a photo means printing you on this paper, just like a real person, much better than the portraits painted by our palace artists."
The camera Ye Rongyue brought was the kind that produced photos instantly. Yang Chuxia casually snapped a picture of her little granddaughter. The young girl's appearance was as delightful as a flower, charming and lovely. The photo turned out beautifully and even led to many young gentlemen fighting over it a few years later.
"Our Yan Yan is truly beautiful!"
"Grandma, let me see." Ye Luoyan couldn't wait and stretched her neck. Seeing a person clearer than in a mirror almost scared her. Then she exclaimed, "Oh my, Grandma, is this really me? Oh my! How am I so pretty!"
"Haha..." Yang Chuxia was amused by her.
Seeing another granddaughter standing quietly by, she waved, "Luohua, come over too. Grandma will take a picture of you as well. Our family's Luohua will be a great beauty in the future."
