You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

She was afraid that if they went to the capital, their lives would be overwhelmed by a barrage of troubles and an unfamiliar environment.

I'm afraid that those leisurely moments that belong to the two of us will slip away little by little, like sand in an hourglass.

Her unease was never without reason.

Jiang Che raised his hand and pressed down on the back of her head, gently pulling her towards his shoulder.

"Wherever you are, whenever you want, you can."

"real?"

"nonsense."

Su Qinghe pursed her lips, swallowing the unspoken unease in her heart, turned around, and straightened her skirt in front of the mirror again.

She then buried her face in his shoulder and hummed softly, before rubbing her forehead against his collarbone.

"Then I'll believe you, but you can't lie to me."

Why would I lie to you?

……

At 3:30 p.m., the two of them left the house on time.

It was Su Qinghe who suggested taking couple photos, saying she wanted to take advantage of this time to keep a set of nice photos so she could print them out and display them at home later.

Jiang Che naturally had no objections.

The photographer was a friend of Bai Yuning's who helped her find the job. He is said to be a well-known independent photographer in the area, specializing in portraits and couple photos.

The works have a Japanese-style fresh and clean aesthetic and have received high praise.

The meeting place was a famous cherry blossom path along the moat of Lincheng.

Although the cherry blossom season has passed, the greenery along the path remains lush and verdant, and a gentle breeze occasionally blows across the river, carrying the unique warmth of early summer.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on Su Qinghe's shoulders and casting a warm glow upon her.

Jiang Che walked beside her and glanced at her sideways.

The white shirt was slightly tucked into the waist of the pleated skirt, and the low ponytail hung down on one shoulder, making her look pure and gentle.

She even wore light makeup today, making her eyes and brows look more refined than usual.

To be honest, even though he looks at it every day, he still feels a moment of disorientation every time he examines it closely.

This girl is really pretty.

The photographer, a young man wearing a baseball cap, immediately brightened up when he saw the two, exclaiming, "This couple looks so good in photos!"

The filming process was much easier than Jiang Che had imagined.

The photographer didn't have them pose too much; instead, he guided them to interact naturally and then captured candid shots.

For example, Su Qinghe could walk in front while Jiang Che followed behind, carrying her bag.

For example, the two of them sat side by side on a bench by the river, with Su Qinghe tilting her head and leaning on his shoulder.

For example, Jiang Che reached out and tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ear—

Every scene depicts their everyday lives, but once captured by the camera, it inexplicably evokes a heartwarming feeling.

The only thing that Jiang Che couldn't quite handle was that the photographer, on a whim, instructed him to wrap his arms around Su Qinghe's waist from behind.

Even though the two are already a legally recognized couple, the feeling of being directed to perform intimate actions is definitely different from performing them naturally when feelings are deep.

The ears of both the boy and girl turned slightly red.

However, after a few seconds of shyness, Su Qinghe obediently leaned against his chest, gently grasped Jiang Che's arms with both hands, and wrapped them around her slender waist.

The photographer pointed the lens at them and pressed the shutter a few times.

Jiang Che looked down at the fluffy head in his arms, his nose filled with the scent of her hair and neck.

He didn't know if it was because the early summer breeze was too gentle, or because the person in his arms was too captivating—he lowered his head and gently placed a kiss on the top of her head.

Su Qinghe clearly felt Jiang Che's actions. She was stunned for a second, and after realizing that Jiang Che was kissing her, her heart was instantly filled with a huge sense of shyness and joy.

She wanted to look up, but didn't dare, so she could only stay nestled in his arms, gripping his arm even tighter with both hands.

Meanwhile, the photographer's shutter clicked.

The young man glanced down at the viewfinder, a smile involuntarily spreading across his face. He gave a thumbs-up and said, "Okay, this one's a sure thing."

Hearing this, Su Qinghe finally mustered the courage to lift her head from Jiang Che's shoulder. "Did you...did you get the picture?"

"We got the shot," the photographer said with a smile, showing it to them. "And it's exceptionally well taken; you two are so photogenic."

Su Qinghe couldn't wait to go over and take a look.

In the photo, Jiang Che's profile is lowered, his lips just touching the top of her head. Light filters through the leaves, bathing both of them in a warm golden hue.

She held Jiang Che's arm tightly in her hand, her head lowered, like a little bird being carefully protected under her wings.

Su Qinghe stared at the photo for a long, long time, a feeling she couldn't quite describe rising in her throat.

She thought she would probably never forget this moment for the rest of her life.

……

The couple's photoshoot didn't wrap up until after 6 p.m.

The photographer was very efficient; less than an hour after finishing work, he sent over all the retouched photos.

The moment Su Qinghe received the photo, she practically leaped to Jiang Che's side, clutching her phone and examining it repeatedly.

"This one looks so good!"

"Ah, this one looks good too!"

"OMG, the lighting in this picture is absolutely amazing!"

She exclaimed "Wow!" every time she flipped through a page, and with each "Wow!" she leaned closer to Jiang Che, as if afraid he would miss any of them.

Jiang Che leaned back on a park bench, letting her shove the photos in front of him one by one.

He looked at each one carefully, and he agreed with Su Qinghe that they were all very beautiful.

But if he said that now, Su Qinghe would probably spend another half hour analyzing with him what made each picture so beautiful.

So he chose an easier way—nodding.

Soon, Su Qinghe finished looking through all the photos, and then she became deeply troubled and conflicted.

"Ah Che... I think these photos are all really beautiful... I want to keep every single one of them..."

"Then let's keep them all."

"But I want to post on WeChat Moments, and there's not enough space for all of them in a nine-grid layout..."

"Then pick nine to post, and keep the rest for your own enjoyment."

Su Qinghe bit her lip and struggled for a long, long time, going back and forth for nearly twenty minutes before finally settling on the final nine photos and putting them into the editing panel.

Then she started agonizing over the caption.

After typing and deleting, deleting and typing, and going through all that trouble, only one word remained in the end.

"he".

Nothing was added after that.

send.

After sending the message, she glanced at Jiang Che again and saw that he had walked a few steps forward. She quickly put her phone in her pocket, followed him, and secretly slipped her hand back into his palm.