Mu Qingxuan froze. In this era, the price of an imported camera was equivalent to half a year’s salary for an average person, not to mention the exorbitant cost of film. She looked up at Huo Changfeng, only to find him looking at her with total sincerity; those black eyes, usually so guarded and distant, now held only her reflection.
"It’s too extravagant..."
Before she could finish, Huo Changfeng pressed a fingertip to her lips. He leaned in, enveloping her in his scent of cedar and maple. "You deserve the best."
Chapter 92