In Giverny, everything is a painting, so beautiful that it makes you reluctant to blink.
Bai Zhi, besides staring, just continued to stare, because she really didn't want to miss any of the scenery. She didn't care whether her phone had enough battery or not; she just kept taking photos.
On the country path, Duan Xingzhi strolled in front of her, hands in his pockets, that nonchalant demeanor sending a flutter through her heart.
Bai Zhi stopped walking, raised her phone, and snapped a photo.
However, it seemed as if he was aware of it; she had just lowered her phone when he turned around, catching her in the act.
Bai Zhi blushed and smiled, then put down her phone, turning away to continue admiring the scenery, pretending nothing had happened.
Duan Xingzhi walked over to her and stood in front of her, reaching out his hand, "Give me."
Bai Zhi swayed slightly, not wanting to give it to him, "What?"
"The phone."
