The sales associate took six photos and handed them to Mei Lin.
"The photos are all here."
Mei Lin looked down and flipped through them. The subject of the photos was very attractive, and since the sales associate worked in high-end luxury, taking pictures was a regular part of the job. Their skills were impressive, and she was very satisfied with the results.
But out of the six photos, Mei Lin liked the third one the best.
In terms of composition, the second one was the most perfect.
In terms of light and shadow, the first one was the best.
In the fifth and sixth photos, her expression looked the most perfect.
But she still liked the third one because it told a story. In that frozen moment, Jiang Jiang was standing by her side—not looking at the camera, but looking only at her.
She enlarged the photo and showed it to Jiang Jiang. "You were sneaking glances at me again, weren't you?"
