"Not a model?"
Yun Chu was taken aback for a moment but soon frowned, "Not a model, huh? But... this photo looks like a wedding photo, or maybe a personal portrait? If she's not a model, then her eyes..."
It's very strange.
Yes, really very strange.
How could an ordinary person have such an expression in a photo?
Even if it's a personal portrait, needing a touch of quaint melancholy, it shouldn't result in such an expression.
This kind of desolate expression to the extreme gives off a feeling of being unreachable.
Moreover, Yun Chu was sure that the eyes of the person in the photo completely revealed her inner world.
If one doesn't have a parched heart, they can't have such a desolate expression.
"Hmm, not a model, just... a friend," Bo Yi said slowly, though it was just a few words, it felt like an eternity to him.
It's actually not wrong; it's like the shifting of ages.
It wasn't just ages that shifted, he and the woman in the photo were already past and present lives.
