After finishing the photoshoot, the sky gradually darkened.
Hua Hua returned to the hospital, took a bath, and lay on the balcony having dinner with Ling Yin.
"Was the shoot smooth today?"
Hua Hua replied with little interest, "It was okay, just posing for a couple of shots; I was born to do this kind of thing."
The sunset dyed the entire Mediterranean red, it was beautiful. Hua Hua felt it was tragically beautiful, and while fiddling with the pasta on the plate with a knife and fork, he picked out some onions and tossed them aside, took a sip of wine, and casually flipped through a fashion magazine and a business magazine that Bing Yu had given him.
The cover of the business magazine featured Ling Yin.
On the cover, he was sitting in his office, looking calm and composed, with sharp, confident eyes and a face full of ambition. His every move exuded charm. "I didn't expect you to be so photogenic."
Ling Yin smiled without a word, silently eating.
