Lu Zhaoyang was expressionless in the photo. Her helplessness, desperation and despair were all shown on her face. As both of them were a total different person years back, the photo no longer justified itself as a marriage photo.
It was creepy. The atmosphere within the frame was grim.
"Wow, I just realized you were putting on such a face back then," said Huo Yunting, feeling dissatisfied.
"Hah!" She sneered and glanced at him, "I was forced, okay? How can I be happy?"
"Let's go have another shot then!" Huo Yunting pulled her up, "Go, change." He gestured her to her wardrobe.
"Huo Yunting, I'm not a genie. Your wish is not my command."
"This is a photo that means the rest of our life. We can't just leave the photo like this. You can presume it as driven by my pride and prejudice back then. Now I've changed. Please don't reject me."