After my divorce, I just wanted to live quietly in a flower shop.
Lu Zhiyan, the ascetic and talented photographer behind the camera, took the initiative to knock on my door and brought a contract that I could not refuse.
In front of the camera, he is the most professional collaborator, calm and distant.
Under the red light in the darkroom, he trapped me between the wall and his body temperature, kissing me until my whole body went limp, my tears burst, and I could only cling to him to catch my breath.
"Sister," his hot lips kissed away my tears and whispered hoarsely, "I have been observing you for more than thirty days, not to take pictures of flowers."
"To be your only support when everyone abandons you."
My ex-husband teamed up with capital to try to drag me into the quagmire again.
In front of everyone, he played the most lethal evidence of his opponent, then turned around and kissed me in front of the camera and tears.
"Wherever your battlefield is, my lens will be there."
"But your tears can only be shed for me."
