บท 740: Master Of Photography (17)

In May…

It was getting hotter. Ming Shu dragged her luggage out of the noisy airport. Those who came to pick someone up held their signs high, and the crowds were very busy.

But all this noise to her was like a space apart.

She pressed on her phone to check the time. It was five in the afternoon—dinner time.

Ming Shu walked out of the crowd to the roadside. She stopped a taxi and gave the address, then began to reply to text messages.

She went to a photography exhibition, and most of the messages were asking if she had time to make appointments to take pictures, as well as several caring messages from Wen Xiaqing.

There was only one message from Ji Jin.

Ji Jin: Check Weibo.

Two clean words, sent an hour ago.

Ming Shu looked out the window and saw the advertisement on a building opposite.

The man was in dark clothes. With his cloak floating in the air, there seemed to be a fog hanging over him, thin and ethereal.