In the end, after fishing into his pocket for a long while, he was only able to find a black card and turned to look at her miserably.
"Nian Xiaomu, does such an old machine accept credit cards?"
"No."
Once Nian Xiaomu had spoken, his gaze shifted to her face as he added mercilessly, "Unless it accepts one's IQ, it probably isn't worth one's money."
"…"
Eventually, it was still Nian Xiaomu who fished out a coin and started the machine again.
They then took another set of photos.
When the photos were printed out, Nian Xiaomu, who was initially the one who had despised taking pictures at the photobooth, was now the happier of the two of them.
"A set of selfie wedding photos. This is definitely the most special set of wedding pictures I've ever seen. It can be printed out and pasted on my desk, and inside my diary… No, wait, I don't write in my diary now. After all, I found out some big bad wolf had been peeping into my diary every day."
