It seemed like they were taking wedding photos. A woman, wearing a pink cheongsam, was sitting on the steps, with an oil-paper umbrella beside her. Her white and long legs were particularly conspicuous, and her eyes were looking forward with piercing eyes. Isn't this a woman from Jiangnan? I held up the camera and clicked a photo into my eyes. My action seemed to alarm her, she smiled at me and continued to take her photo.
My heart skipped a beat. This indescribable feeling has not been felt for a long time.