Chapter 979 He Takes Pictures without Developing (2)

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"Zhuge Yue, what you said wouldn't be true, would it?"

After hearing what Zhuge Yue said, Yang Zimei frowned slightly.

"Liar to your puppy!"

Zhuge Yue said seriously, "At that time, everyone thought he was a demon, so he had no father, so his mother ran away from home, and his grandfather's family died tragically."

"do not talk."

When Yang Zimei thought of the loneliness and pain that Long Zhutian was ostracized by his peers when he was a child, his heart throbbed.

"Um."

Zhuge Yue saw that she seemed a little angry, so he didn't say, "Then you can take care of it yourself."

Yang Zimei ignored him and walked directly into the room.

Who knows, as soon as she entered the room, she saw Long Zhutian sitting up, looking at her quietly with dark eyes under the dim yellow sleeping lamp, and there was still a trace of loss on his face.

"Why did you wake up?" Yang Zimei stepped forward and asked softly.

Long Zhutian stretched out his arms, pulled her into his arms, made her sit on his knees, wrapped around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulders, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Where have you been?"

Hearing his voice seemed to carry some unease, she asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you? You never woke up halfway before and had a nightmare?"

Long Zhutian's big hand tightened on her slender waist, "I can't see you when I open my eyes, I suddenly feel at a loss, don't leave when I'm sleeping in the future."

Yang Zimei's heart moved and nodded.

It turned out that he was so dependent on himself to fall asleep.

The thought made her both sweet and sad.

He was rarely by his side. When she was away, he should have been unable to sleep deeply. Therefore, his pupils were blood red and desolate.

She reached out and touched his chin, which was pricked by the stubble of his beard, and a thin layer of mist shrouded his pupils.

In the eyes of outsiders, he should be as strong as iron. Only she knows that he is actually just like her. Beneath that powerful surface, he has a lonely, restless and fragile heart.

Therefore, two people with the same characteristics will be attracted to each other so much, and this is the peace of mind of each other.

Seeing the camera in her hand, Long Zhutian asked suspiciously, "What do you do with a camera in the middle of the night? Have you become a photographer?"

"No, I borrowed it from Major Luo."

Yang Zimei shook his head, "We've been gathering less and leaving more, but we don't even have a photo of each other, nor a group photo, so I want to take a photo of us."

Long Zhutian's black eyes sank, and a flash of pain flashed.

"I may not be able to keep pictures."

He said with a little guilt, "After so many years of taking pictures, none of them have been successful."

"Is what Zhuge Yue said true?"

Yang Zimei asked suspiciously.

"Um."

"Then let's try to take a picture, maybe, I can't take a picture either." Yang Zimei adjusted the camera to selfie mode, hugged Long Zhutian, and smiled at the camera.

Click!

The flash fired and a picture popped out of the camera.

Yang Zimei hurriedly took out the photo that was taken and posted, and couldn't wait to pick it up and look at it, then smiled happily, "We've made an image, day by day, we can take pictures, whether it's you or me, it's very clear."

Long Zhutian brought the photo over.

In the photo of him and her, although the light in the room is not enough, it is a little dim, but the faces of the two are still clearly visible, which is different from the photos taken before.

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