The photographer was not surprised that Jiang Yao had no impression of him. He put the unlit cigarette back into the case and said, "You saved my brother's leg in Lanning. I was there when they told me he had an accident. I saw you coming out of the operating theater when I arrived. You were the doctor that they were looking for later."
"You recognized me?"
Jiang Yao blinked her eyes. "But I was wearing a mask when I came out of the surgery!"
The photographer said, "I remember your eyes. Your eyes have an attractive charm, like gemstones, or rather, they are more beautiful than gemstones, so I recognized you the moment I saw you."
Jiang Yao subconsciously raised her hand to touch her own eyes, thinking if all photographers were so artistic in their speech? She had never realized that her eyes were as beautiful as he had said.