Seeing that these words had spoiled the mood, Luo Ziling quickly changed the subject.
"Let me take a photo of you," he said with a smile, pulling out his smartphone, "to capture a beautiful moment for you, how about that?"
"Don't make me look ugly," Yang Qingyin didn't refuse, and casually stood under a weeping willow by the side of the road, her back to the lake, without striking a peace sign like most girls do. Her hands simply held each other naturally in front of her body, and her slightly smiling eyes looked at Luo Ziling.
In Luo Ziling's eyes, Yang Qingyin was beautiful no matter what pose she took, as long as she had a smile on her face.
She also looked good without a smile, but an unsmiling face added a touch of depth and elegance, losing some approachability and playfulness.