"Phone." Yue Ran held out a hand to the man.
"Phone... phone?" The man stared at her blankly before his eyes lit up with understanding. "Right, phone."
He searched through his pockets before handing it over to Yue Ran with both hands, followed by a respectful bow.
Yue Ran ignored the man's actions, only focusing on her appearance on the phone screen.
The girl on the screen looked poor and pitiful. Her eyes were wide from crying, her dress was ragged and in tatters, her hair was untidy, her white porcelain skin was tainted with dust, and her slim figure was also covered in blood.
Even with all this, she still looked incredibly beautiful, as if an innocent angel had fallen from the heavens and been stained with mortal dust.
It was heartbreaking to see such a tragic sight, yet such a feast for the eyes.
She nodded to herself, satisfied with what she had seen.
"Come and take pictures." Yue Ran handed the phone back to the man.
