The contrasting figures in black and red formed a striking scene. Their eyes met, love as deep as the sea, as if there were endless words between them.
The moment was frozen in time. Her fingers clicked the shutter again and again, capturing this beautiful image.
Xu Nianhua heard the sound and was startled. She turned around and saw a pretty young woman, holding a camera and taking pictures.
She hurriedly straightened up and stepped back, putting some distance between them.
"Xiaoning, when did you get here?"
Pei Yicheng saw her and was genuinely surprised.
"Brother, you don't come home for New Year, Dad can't leave, so I can only come here to see you and Grandpa."
Pei Yicheng put down the camera, revealing a round face—not the wide kind, but a baby face. Her shoulder-length short hair made her look even more youthful and vibrant, like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.
