Qiongzhou Island.
The weather was still hot, the sun blazing scorchingly.
The little girl, looking like a child in her loose overalls with a cartoon pattern and a small, light-yellow round hat, held a camera that seemed even bigger than her face. Or so it seemed.
Her temporary assistant, Mianmian, held the reflector, but her gaze often drifted into the distance, watching other people taking wedding photos. Not professional at all.
In front of Baozi, where the camera was pointed, a tall woman in a white wedding dress stood with her hands on her hips, staring at her. The wedding dress accentuated the woman's impressive figure, but her pose was so crude it almost completely ruined her aura.
"Why does he have to hold me? Can't I hold him instead?"
The bride questioned the photographer's directions for the pose, her attitude quite arrogant.
Baozi stared blankly at her. After a few seconds, her gaze involuntarily shifted into the distance.
