"Really, look! Just have a look for yourself."
Cheng Xiyue waved his phone at Lu Huaiyu.
Lu Huaiyu put the gun down and walked over. He took the phone from Cheng Xiyue.
The picture had been zoomed in onto the woman in the center of the stage.
There was a spotlight shining from the top, focusing on the woman.
She had on a beautiful dress. The hem of the dress was an expanse of black tulle which gradually turned white as it went up to her chest.
In front of her chest was a huge peony flower.
The lines were simple and the contrast was strong. It seemed to represent the feeling of life thriving amidst the chaos.
He stared at the picture for a while.
Cheng Xiyue noticed the look on Lu Huaiyu's face and took pride in his taste.
"What do you think? It feels the same, right?"
Lu Huaiyu tapped on the back button and saw the picture on a blogger's Weibo.
