The photograph was taken when her sister-in-law and brother had their wedding in Qinghai, and the two of them captured it during the ceremony.
The sun was just right, the breeze gentle.
She leaned against his chest like that, smiling sweetly and brightly.
That moment froze in time and became eternal.
But her female colleagues were stunned watching that scene, unable to react for a long while, genuinely unable to react.
Because she clearly recognized who the person behind her was.
"This—?"
When she looked at Li Zaijun again, the corner of her eye twitched slightly, and she was hesitant to speak.
Li Zaijun thought she understood and unknowingly nodded.
But the next second, she heard her say:
"Your Photoshop skills aren't bad, if you don't look closely you'd think it's real; could you Photoshop a picture of me with Shen as well?"
Li Zaijun: "..."
Three black lines slid down her forehead.
Does she really look like someone who has nothing to do with Shen Lin?
