Over the next stretch of the trip, Ye Chen and Su Ningwei photographed every kind of waterfall, lake, and mountain view, enjoying themselves to the fullest amid all the beautiful scenery.
Happy times always passed quickly.
Ye Chen and the others headed to the final stop of this shoot: the water towns south of the Yangtze.
Misty rain settled over South of the Yangtze, its mountains and waters like ink-wash paintings.
This time, Guan Xiaoxia had styled Ye Chen and Su Ningwei in a Republican-era warlord theme.
Ye Chen wore a military greatcoat, its commanding presence tempered by tenderness. He looked like a young marshal who had stepped out of a Republican-era comic—dashing and refined enough to make anyone fall at first glance.
Su Ningwei wore a fitted Chinese qipao draped with a snow-white mink stole, accentuating every curve of her figure. Elegant and alluring, she was the perfect Republican-era young lady—radiant, captivating, and brimming with charm.
Military uniform and qipao—elegant and extraordinary, cool pride mingled with warmth.
Ye Chen wrapped an arm around Su Ningwei's waist as they strolled through narrow bluestone lanes, weaving among ancient streets, stone bridges, little boats, and white-walled, dark-tiled homes.
Green willows brushed their faces, small boats rippled across the water, and the surface shimmered with light.
Sunlight spilled across the sparkling water, reflecting Ye Chen and Su Ningwei's happy smiles.
The years were peaceful, and I spoke with you.
Time flowed gently, and I walked alongside you.
When all splendor faded, I would grow old with you.
Amid splendid mountains and waters, tenderness remained by our side.
Every view was filled with romance and warmth, like a flowing ink-wash scroll depicting a breathtaking love story from the Republican era.
The way Su Ningwei looked at Ye Chen was especially fervent.
During a break,