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After searching for a long time, he couldn't find what he was looking for.

Coleman stopped his movements and looked into the distance.

After a moment of thought, he packed away his photography equipment.

Carls watched the little guy bustling about and couldn't help but speak up again.

"Are you not planning on taking any more photos?"

That didn't make sense; he had been so excited just a moment ago.

Hearing the voice, Coleman looked up at this "idler."

He looked somewhat disgusted.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Hey, hey, don't be so dismissive! I haven't even seen your artwork yet!"

Since his boss was dead and he had no work to do anyway, he might as well join in the fun.

Carls clasped his hands behind his head, waiting for the child's answer.

Finally, feeling extremely uncomfortable under the gaze, Coleman sighed and explained.

"The angle here is bad; I need to go down to shoot."

Carls's eyes widened instantly.

This kid was crazy!

The area below was already swarming with police extinguishing the fire!

And he still wanted to rush down there?

Seeing the man's look of disbelief, Coleman simply rolled his eyes.

He didn't want to pay any mind to this fool.

He straightened his little suit and began to walk downward.

As he walked, he pondered.

His luck today was truly terrible.

Why did it have to turn cloudy at a time like this?

If only this pitch-black night were graced by a full moon.

Combined with the scene below, what a beautiful sight that would have been.

Walking at a leisurely pace, Coleman remained expressionless.

In reality, he was blatantly spacing out.

His mind was occupied with impractical thoughts.

He felt a bit bored.

He wondered if his brother had returned yet.

If he knew that their mother had almost been hurt, he would be furious.

Ah, although that was a normal occurrence these days.

But he would still have to coax him when he got back.

How annoying.

He would definitely have to reward himself with some Quantang coffee when he returned!

"Ah, little brother, how did you end up here? It's very dangerous; hurry back!"

Suddenly, a man's voice came from above.

Coleman blinked his eyes and slowly looked up.

Oh, so the firefighters had arrived.

Adjusting his tone, Coleman put on an innocent and naive expression.

"I came to photograph the stars tonight, but it suddenly turned cloudy, and now I can't."

As he spoke, he lifted his camera, feigning disappointment.

As he continued, tears even welled up in his eyes.

"Big brother, have you seen a little dog? A yellow dog; it came out with me, but I can't find it anymore."

The firefighter didn't have much of a choice. He had just arrived and had no idea if there had been a dog along the way.

After all, the fire was intense, and every minute saved could potentially mean more lives rescued.

"I'm sorry, little brother, I haven't seen one, but you should go home now. It's really dangerous here!"

The surroundings were pitch black, and who knew if there were any bad people lurking about.

Moreover, this fire looked very much like a case of arson.

It's hard to say; that arsonist might still be in the vicinity.

Good heavens, how could this child's parents be so careless?

To actually feel comfortable letting a small child run out to play all alone!

"Mm, but, if Xiao Ai doesn't find it and goes back, I'll get scolded. I snuck out, and I don't want to go back. I have to find it!"

She spoke stubbornly, her eyes rimmed with red, just like a real child terrified of losing their puppy and getting scolded by their parents.

The firefighter felt a headache coming on, but he couldn't let this little white-haired kid wander around here.

"Ah, it's okay, your mom and dad won't scold you. But if you keep hanging around in such a dangerous place, who knows what they might do!"

He put on a stern face to threaten her, glancing back at the fire, which was gradually dying down, as he spoke.

The unease in his heart finally subsided.

Yet, he didn't forget to keep scaring the little one.

"If you go back late, you might even get a spanking!"

His expression was slightly exaggerated, but it proved quite effective.

Fear finally appeared on the little white-haired kid's face. Although she looked pitiful, the firefighter suppressed the urge to comfort her.

He had to chase this mischievous brat back home!

If it weren't for the regulations forbidding him from leaving his post, he would have wanted to personally drag this little one, who was running around in the middle of the night, back home himself.

What a troublesome kid, making her parents worry like this.

Finally, the child ran off.

The firefighter breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to head toward the center of the fire to ask about the situation.

Suddenly, a camera flash went off behind him.

He turned around instinctively, only to find that the child was still there!

Just as he was about to lose his temper, he saw the child run over and shove a photograph into his hand.

Before he could even ask, the little white-haired kid waved her hand and ran off with a smile.

The firefighter was both annoyed and amused, but he simply shook his head without saying anything.

She must be some young master from a family down the mountain; otherwise, she wouldn't have come up here in the middle of the night to photograph the stars.

Thinking this, the man glanced at the photo in his hand.

Not bad at all.

In the center of the photo was the back of a man.

Set against the glow of the fire, he looked quite tall and valiant.

Without giving it much more thought, he tucked the photo away and returned to his team.

In the distance, the boy who should have run away was still standing in the same spot, quietly admiring his masterpiece.

In his hand, he held two photographs.

One of them was his perfect 'work of art'.