"Firstly, you only get twelve hours." the white-hair boy side-eyed the guy on his right who was anxiously tapping the top of his knees with his hands. Annoying. "Secondly, follow my lead and change nothing."
"Lu, is it really necessary to go over th...
The morning air felt crisp against Lu Guang's skin, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the sun filtering through the partly cloudy sky. The neighborhood nestled beneath their window was painted in soft pastels—flowers dotted yards, and the faint sound of children's laughter floated in from a distance. This tranquil morning wrapped around Lu Guang like a familiar embrace, settling soothingly in the corners of his mind. With each soft breath, he inhaled calmness, a stark juxtaposition to the activity taking place within the photographic study.
Inside, time seemed to slow as Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi devoted themselves to their shared task. The atmosphere in the room felt distinctly theirs, infused with the scent of old books and chemicals used in developing photographs. Sunlight filtered in through the dusty windowpanes, casting an intricate web of light across their workspace—a sanctuary of creativity where the chaos of the outside world faded into the background.
