The calls from the group were too enthusiastic, and Yanyan, sitting in the passenger seat, was excited too. In a moment of boldness, she silently turned on the front camera and lifted her phone higher, at a slight angle to the rear.
A soundless snap.
Lun Chuan turned his head, lifted his eyelids slightly, and looked forward with a clear and piercing gaze.
Yanyan's face turned red once again.
Luckily, after a while, since he hadn't said anything, Yanyan breathed a sigh of relief. Then she looked down at the photo on her phone and was taken aback.
In the lens, Lun Chuan seemed to be looking out the car window, capturing a part of his profile. The white N95 mask concealed most of his face but made his thick, long eyelashes, high nose bridge, and picturesque eyebrows stand out even more.
