Living Coffin

After filming the video, the sky had darkened slightly, and the lake was brushed with a quiet blue. Liu Chang'an replayed the footage, frowning faintly.

Seeing him frown, Bai Hui's heart tightened slightly. "What? Does it not look good?"

"No, I just didn't film it very well." Liu Chang'an was always objective in his assessments of others, and he was equally objective about himself.

"It's pretty good." Bai Hui relaxed. Looking into Liu Chang'an's eyes, which glimmered in the dimming light, she said, "My first time filming was way worse than yours."

Liu Chang'an glanced at Bai Hui and nodded.

"You, you, you..." Bai Hui already understood Liu Chang'an's looks and nods very well. "Were you about to say, 'How could my first time filming possibly be on the same level as your first time?'"

"You said that yourself."

"You're so annoying." Bai Hui said so, but her body leaned a little closer to Liu Chang'an as she looked at the camera screen in his hand. "Let's look at the photos."

Bai Hui had basically gotten used to using separate cameras for separate purposes. Liu Chang'an took out another camera and opened the photos. He was slightly satisfied, but still commented objectively, "I'm much better at taking photos than filming videos. Talent for aesthetics and composition is hard to improve through practice."

Bai Hui admitted that too. What she was grateful for was that Liu Chang'an's post-processing skills were still somewhat inferior to hers, perhaps because he had not practiced enough. For a while yet, she could still be his teacher.

"So you mean the photos came out well?" Bai Hui asked casually, keeping her tone flat so he would not notice and deliberately say they did not look good or something.

"Of course."

"If the photos came out well,